Hallick’s POV
It’s over two hours before I come back out of my room, and I don’t have a choice as the hesitant knock on my door drags me out of my self loathing, forcing me to stand up and open the door.
Seona stands on the other side, rubbing one hand down the other arm, dressed in her clothes from yesterday as she chews on her lower lip nervously.
‘Umm, sorry’ she starts and my jaw ticks that this is her go to start to any conversation. ‘I um . . would you be . . is it OK . . ‘ she hunches her shoulders further forward and it takes everything in me not to grab her shoulders and shake her loose so she’ll stand up straight.
‘What do you need?’ I ask roughly, wanting her to just ask so we can get it done.
The woman flinches as though I slapped her but sucks in a breath before stammerin
