Arthur’s P.O.V.
“No.”
A simple word, but the cruelty of this word was still replaying in the back of my mind like a broken record.
My voice…
Cold enough to freeze a river…
But it didn’t freeze her…
It broke her…
It broke that little trust and hope that she had in me at that time…
Fenrir retreated after William’s persuasion and Skye’s condition, but he was still restless at the back of my mind, ready to tear apart all those people who not only touched her but caused her so much pain.
Including ourselves.
Skye’s shallow breathing had filled the room.
The phantom ache of Skye’s pain in my bones was a constant reminder of what they did to her and what I did to her.
Her despair was still clinging to my chest like poison, squeezing my heart bit by bit.
My eyes were now glued to her
