“Venus.”
The second time Malcolm called her name broke through her painful contemplation. She slowly turned to face him, mindful of the distance between them. She did not want to inadvertently close the gap between them. Him touching her was the last thing she needed right now. What she needed was to be able to keep a clear leveled head so she could put all of this drama and hurt behind her. Any physical contact would undo the resolve she’d laboured to attain.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t accounted for his eyes. The moment she raised her head and their eyes met, it undid all the fury she’d meticulously worked to unleash on him. Her heart ached to see how sad… haunted and … and completely gutted he looked.
Why was he gutted? He wasn’t the one humiliated and debased in front of a group of
