Rafe POV
Tonight, I’d felt pain unlike anything I’d ever known. Broken bones and fractured ribs were nothing compared to the agony of reading Mikayla’s message saying she was done. It was like being shot straight through the heart, the bullet shattering what was left of me and setting fire to everything inside.
I couldn’t lose her. She was the light in my darkness, the warmth that pulled me back to life. I still felt the ghost of her laugh against my neck, the way she’d trace circles on my chest like she was claiming it. She wasn’t just light—she was wildfire, burning through everything I thought I was.
Every day, I woke up waiting for her—her laugh, her touch, and her voice that could calm any storm in me. I’d fallen hard for Mikayla Greene, and I’d do anything to win her back—even if
