GALLAHAN’S POV
The door flung open quite harshly, and the sight that welcomed me was of Willa.
Her eyes were slightly wide, as if she couldn’t believe I actually came. They were mildly puffy and pink-rimmed from crying, and a few of her lashes were clumped together from the tears she had shed.
Her complexion was ashen, looking like the current situation had completely drained her of her blood. Even her slightly parted lips, the ones that I just kissed earlier tonight, appeared alarmingly pale.
Still, she remained unfairly beautiful.
And seeing her this wrecked and distraught eviscerated most of my frustration and anger at her.
“You came,” she said in a whisper.
I gave her a small but polite nod. Then, carefully keeping my voice even and cool, I replied with a simple, “Of course, I d
