Fawn's POV
The complete quiet in my room snapped something inside me, and then I was moving. I couldn't let him walk away. Not like this. Not with that look of cold disgust on his face, like he needed to get away from me as soon as possible.
My legs still shaky, I rushed after him. The silk robe barely stayed closed as I ran, the marble floor cold against my bare feet. I didn't care. I had to stop him before he disappeared because I didn't know when I would see him again.
"Blake!" I called, my voice echoing in the cavernous living space. "Blake, wait!"
He was already at the front door, his hand on the handle, shoulders rigid. He didn't turn around.
"Please," I said, reaching him just as he started to pull the door open. I grabbed his arm, my fingers wrapping around his bicep. "Don't l
