ENZO
HE SAID SHOW me.
He didn’t know what he was asking for.
Because If he did, he’d run. He’d f*****g run until the ground tore underneath him. But Tate just stood there, chest rising and falling like he was daring me to do it. To tear open what I’d buried thirteen years ago.
My mouth went dry. “You want to know who I am?” I said quietly, my fingers reaching to touch him. To pull him close.
Tate’s brow furrowed, lips parting like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t let him.
“I killed him,” I said, the words coming out before I could stop them, the memories I tried so hard to bury shoving their way to the front. “My mate. The boy in the picture. I killed him. The only person who ever looked at me the way you just did and he had looked at me like this before I killed him.”
Silen
