*Ella’s POV*
Before I could retreat, before I could give in to the voice screaming to run, Remo lifted his head
And for the first time, I saw it.
The devastation.
The raw, feral grief carved into every line of his face.
He looked destroyed.
Not powerful.
Mot cruel.
Just wrecked.
Our eyes locked.
For a long moment, neither moved.
My breath caught painfully in my throat. I should leave. I should be afraid.
But my feet moved on their own accord, carrying me into the room until I was standing only a few feet away.
Closer now, I could see the small tremors running through his body. The blood caked into the grooves of his knuckles. The tightness in his jaw like he was clamping down in a scream.
Remo flinched as I approached, like he was expecting my recoil.
Expecting
