ALINA
"Tell you what?" he asked, as if he genuinely didn't know.
I almost laughed, and no, it wasn't because I found it funny. I took his hand, rubbing my fingers over his knuckles, trying to relax the harshness on his face.
I wasn't trying to fight him, and maybe this was too soon, but the thoughts had eaten at me the entire time he was gone.
I had begged for his forgiveness, and he had refused to give it, but all I could see was Analide holding onto my husband like he was hers to do with as she pleased.
I stepped back, just slightly, enough to see all of him. His jacket still smelled faintly of smoke and gun oil, and his eyes hadn't softened since the moment he walked in.
If anything, they were more calculating now that I had asked my question. So I decided to back of
