Cuco’s pov;
I stood there for a second too long, my cuffed hands hanging uselessly at my sides, before I forced myself to sit.
Azalea was already seated and for a moment, neither of us spoke.
The glass between us was so thick that it felt like a wall. She placed her hand on it and I did the same, such that our hands were at the same place, with only the glass separating us.
“Cuco,” she breathed, her eyes roaming over my face slowly,like she was accessing the damage that had been done to it. The split lip, the yellowing bruise creeping up to my jaw, the faint tremor in my hands, my purple eyes and the blood on my scar.
I clenched my fist tightly and averted my gaze. I hated the fact that she had to see me this way.
She hadn’t expected this either. I could see it in the way her mouth
