Gael's POV
I couldn't endure the sight of Elena walking away. The last time she did, it left a deep, agonizing hole in my chest—a scar I still carried, raw and unhealed. I closed the distance instantly, my hand shooting out, clamping firmly around her wrist. The thought of letting her go again was a cold, sharp stab of pain.
She flinched, her eyes instantly reddening with rage, her brows drawing tight with fury.
“What else do you want?” Her voice was a shard of ice, utterly indifferent, and something in me cracked. “I thought I made myself clear. Why are you so persistent?”
“Not again,” I replied, the words a rough whisper weighted with sadness. “I won’t watch you walk away. Not this time.”
“Really?” A harsh scoff escaped her. “You should have known the consequences when you made you
