(Dorian’s POV)
I've seen a lot of pain in my life. Lived through plenty of it myself. But this?
This is different.
This is what it looks like when someone has nothing left to lose.
I should keep walking. Call my driver. Go home to my empty penthouse and my empty life and the bottle of scotch waiting on my desk.
But I don't.
Maybe it's because I know what it feels like to have nowhere to go. Or maybe I'm just tired of being the man hiding behind a mask.
So I lean against the opposite wall and wait while Jacob does his work.
She doesn't look up. Doesn't move. Just sits there like a piece of broken furniture someone abandoned on the curb.
A taxi drives past, splashing through a puddle. The sound makes her flinch, and she curls tighter into herself.
Who hurt you?
The thought comes u
