Amara
“Zane?” He stood there. His impossibly wide shoulders hunched against the wind and the rain, which was fast becoming sleet before my eyes and the only thing that told me that he knew I was behind him was the slight hunching of his shoulders. He’d always been a big man, but right at that second, he looked massive.
Massive and broken.
And I'd done that. I’d broken him with my words. With my wanting to leave. with not being able to love him the way he needed me too and that was shattering my heart. Because none of that was true.
Not one bit of it.
“Zane?” I tried again, reaching out to touch his back with my fingertips. he stiffened almost instantly. His spine snapping straight. But still, he didn’t say anything. “Please-”
He tore himself out of my grasp. whirling abou
