~Harlow~
My heart sputters frantically in my chest. My eyes instantly search for another exit, yet find none. Thane pulls his hands from his pockets, holding them up in surrender.
"I won't hurt you," he says, and I can feel the guilt emanating from him, loud and clear. I won’t let it sway me. He felt guilt when he had me locked down in that Den, but it didn't stop him from doing it. I am not foolish enough to go running back there on some false promise of him having a change of heart. He still believes I killed his mother; still believes I ran from them. And I did stab him. Surely, he hasn't forgiven that.
"Just hear me out. I can't make things right if you don't let me speak," he tries to reason, but I am far from reasonable right now.
"No!" I tell him. My voice is more of a savage gr
