Remo's POV
The hallway was too quiet, too clean and too cold.
My boots echoed as I walked, fists clenched, jaw set like stone. This kind of quiet usually kept me sane, it now scraped at my skin. Ella's scent still clung to my clothes. Wild lilac, heat, confusion and the faintest trace of fear.
Not of me. But of everything.
I had seen the hesitation in her eyes when she stepped back. Heard the tremor in her voice when she said I scared her.
And the worst part was that she was right to be afraid.
I didn't know how to do this, whatever this was between us. I was built from broken pieces and fire. I only knew how to fight, how to kill and how to survive.
Not how to be soft, and most importantly not how to care, or love.
My feet carried me through the compound without purpose. No
