“Will these memories haunt me forever?” she murmured against his chest, still crying, clutching his shirt between her hands. “I don’t want to… I can’t remember this every time I sleep.”
“It will get better with time,” his hand glided over her back in light, circular motions as he tried to make his words sound like absolute certainty, even though he couldn’t guarantee it for her. “With time, the memories will fade…”
“I don’t want it to take time,” she raised her face and looked into his eyes. Her eyes were red from crying, the green irises shining with tears. A growl formed in Itzal’s chest, an almost uncontrollable urge to hunt down the bastard who caused her pain. But he controlled that impulse, forcing himself not to let the anger and tension show. The best thing he could do for Amel
