Slade’s eyes appeared haunted as the words left my mouth. He was staring into my eyes, but it felt as if he was looking right through me.
“She couldn’t come back here,” he whispered brokenly, showing the first sign of any real emotion. “And he wouldn’t stop until he had her back.”
I stared at him, seeing vulnerability and hatred for himself. When I found him cornering Viper in that forest, he looked like something out of a horror movie. His body was partially shifted. He was fighting the drug that Draven had given him, all the way to the bitter moment where he’d taken her life.
My chest heaved with a heavy breath, “I know.”
“At least death would give her the peace she deserved.” A frown pulled at his lips, making him look more like Luka than I’d noticed previously. “She was living on
