Laying on our sides, we gaze at each other, lost in our thoughts.
“What are you thinking?” I mumble.
“You're not looking at me as a monster who has blood on his hands.” Gage states quietly.
Though it was put as a statement and not a question I feel compelled to reassure him. “No, I'm not.”
A crease marrs his brows, those intense dark hues gazing deep into my bourbon ones.
“You want to know why?” I cup the side of his face, tenderly stroking my fingers over his whiskered cheek.
He gives a tight nod, almost appearing unsure of his decision.
“Because you're a good man, Gage. A honourable, resilient protector can do no wrong in my books.”
“I've killed someone, Kiera. The animal in me has slaughtered a woman.” Gage rumbles coldly, as though I might have forgotten that detail.
“Tell m
