Katrina pov
I looked at him, my chest aching with a pain so sharp it stole the breath right out of my lungs.
Cove stood right in front of me, his strong jaw set, his eyes dark with a growing suspicion that terrified me to my very core. I looked into those eyes—the same eyes that usually looked at me with so much warmth—and a wave of pure panic washed over me. God, I loved him so much. I loved him with a fierce, desperate intensity that bordered on a sickness. The mere thought of losing him, of him packing his bags and walking out of my life forever, made me feel like I was standing on the edge of a crumbling cliff. I was so incredibly scared to leave him. I couldn't survive without him.
But looking at his hardened expression, the ultimate question hammered against my skull: *Should I l
