Lincoln’s POV
My grip is iron tight as I hold my woman to me, because damn it, whether she knows it or not, she is MY woman. I try desperately to absorb her pain as her voice trails off, her story still hanging in the air around us.
Her body trembles against me as she slumps into my chest, like her secrets were keeping her upright and now she’s started to share them with me, she can no longer support herself.
I raise my hand and cup her cheek, pulling her from the thoughts that I can feel more than see are running through her head.
‘You are safe kitten’ I murmur softly, rubbing my thumb across her cheek underneath her eyes, to catch the tears that I’m not even sure she was aware are falling. ‘I know I f.ucked up today, but I promise you, no-one will get near you or Robyn again.’
Abbey
