Martin's POV
I carried her in my arms, bridal style, and gently laid her on the bed. The bed cover was crumpled on the floor. I picked it up and carefully draped it over her. For a moment, I just stood there, taking her in. Her eyes were still swollen from crying, her lips slightly parted, her wet lashes clinging together, and despite everything, her face… It was beautiful. I couldn’t deny it, not even to myself.
I didn’t realize I was staring until her eyes flicked open and met mine. Embarrassed, I looked away, guilt tightening in my chest.
“I’m sorry for locking you up,” I said quietly, my voice low, almost ashamed.
I settled beside her on the bed. I kept my gaze on her swollen, reddened eyes, not knowing where to look. She didn't say a word. In the silence between us, I tasted the
