Liam’s POV
Hannah is still on the floor, thirty minutes after she tried to put on her clothes but couldn’t manage it. Her shoulders are slumped, and she keeps rubbing at her arms like she’s trying to comfort herself.
I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Actually, guilt isn’t the right word. This is a full-blown punch to the gut. I’m the one who did this to her. The realization sinks in deeper every time I look at her.
I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. How did it come to this? How did I let myself go so far? But no matter what happens, I can’t change the fact that she’s my mate now. My mate.
I still can’t wrap my head around it. Hannah freaking Voss. She used to braid Taylor’s hair and sit on the porch with Tucker while they plotted whatever mischief siblings get into.
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