Raina’s POV
For the first time since he stopped me…
His expression shifted.
Not dramatically.
Harrison never lost control dramatically.
No.
His emotions moved in microscopic fractures.
Tiny cracks beneath polished stone.
But I saw it.
That flicker.
That sharp refusal to accept what I’d just said.
His fingers tightened around my wrist instinctively before loosening again, like even his body disagreed with letting me go.
“You don’t mean that.”
There it was again.
That certainty.
That arrogant belief that he knew me better than I knew myself.
Something inside me almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was exhausting.
Seven years.
Seven years of loving a man who only noticed my feelings when they threatened to leave him.
I pulled my wrist free this time.
Firm
