I barely sleep the whole night. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face. I see the way she looked three years ago when she begged me to believe her. When I saw the tears in her eyes. When I hurt her.
Fuck, it feels like history repeating itself, all over again.
I promised I’d never hurt her again. Swore it with everything in me. And yet here we are. Once again, she’s in pain and it’s all my f*****g fault.
My eyes burn, dry and raw like sandpaper, but sleep won’t come. Knox hasn’t been quiet all night. He’s been howling, pacing, and clawing at the walls of my mind.
“We need to go to her,” he keeps growling. “We can’t leave her alone like this.”
I don’t need him to tell me that. Every gust of wind, every c***k of thunder outside, and every flash of lightning that tore across the nigh
