Eloise POV:
I trailed behind him as he left my room, his long strides hard for me to match.
Not that I was really trying. Fear still clung to me, making each step feel heavier than the last as I bit down hard on my lips to hold myself together.
After what had happened— the cold barrel of his gun aimed at my forehead — I couldn't bring myself to move any closer to him. Not anymore. Not after seeing this dark, dangerous part of him because something between us had shifted.
In the week I had been living with him, I had never once thought I would one day see this side of him. At least not so soon. I had never imagined a moment like this would come because of the way he always cared and gave me more than everything I had asked for.
Maybe he had always been right. He warned me not to let
