Chapter 103
Annalise
Once again, I stood before them.
Dane’s jaw was tight, his expression carved from stone, but there was something in his eyes—something raw, something dangerous.
Sylus, standing beside him, mirrored the same tension. Neither of them had softened.
I didn’t care.
I stepped forward, my voice breaking as I spoke.
“Take my heart.” My chest ached as I said the words. “Give it to him. Bring him back.”
Tears slipped down my face, hot and unstoppable, dripping onto the cold stone floor. My knees threatened to give out, but I held on, gripping the fabric of my dress as though it would anchor me.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then—
Dane let out a sharp breath, his fists clenching at his sides.
“We’re not heartless like you,” he bit out, his voice thick with rest
