CHAPTER 60
Cain’s POV
The door clicked shut behind me, yet my feet refused to move.
For several long seconds, I remained outside Ava’s room, staring at the wooden door as though I could still see her through it. My hand almost reached for the handle more than once. Every instinct urged me to walk back inside, sit beside her again, and finally tell her everything she had asked to know.
I wanted to tell her why I couldn’t stop protecting her.
I wanted to tell her why seeing another man lay a hand on her made something vicious rise inside me.
I wanted to tell her that somewhere between welcoming her to sleep in one of the rooms on the night she arrived at the Pit and watching her live here for weeks now, she’d quietly found a place in my heart that I had never intended to give anyone.
