If you've been following these excerpts from the book I just finished, you know that my heroine just found some stolen drugs in her boyfriend's medicine cabinet. (She's a vet, and he works for her.) He denies knowledge of it but says he thinks he knows who did it. She doesn't believe him. I've done creative punctuation to get the length right. My heroine speaks first.
“Take your hands off me; I’m going home.”
The pain on his face was like a living thing. She could almost feel it racing through her own veins, devouring and ruining everything it touched. He held out his hand. "Don’t lose faith in me now. Believe me; believe in me. Don’t you know I’d never hurt you?”
Sorrow and anger nipped and raged at Aria.