Third Person's POV
The alcohol had stripped away Zander's armor, leaving his most vulnerable, raw side exposed.
Elena's heart skipped a beat. She knew this was wrong—she was sipping from a cup of delicious poison.
But seeing him this helpless and desperate, she couldn't find it in her to push him away.
She was actually falling for him.
No matter how much she resisted or tried to lock her heart up tight, she was choosing to sink into this dangerous embrace with her eyes wide open.
Despair and self-loathing washed over her like a dark tide.
Unable to break his hold, she let the hot tears spill over.
One, then two.
The warm drops slid down her cheeks and splashed onto his tensed forearm.
The heat of her tears seemed to burn right through his skin and soak into his heart.
"Liana, do
