SELENA'S POV
His eyes were red. Not just tired, broken. There was something in them that didn't belong to the present, something trapped and replaying like a punishment he couldn't escape. And hearing that sound from him …A sob, it shattered something inside me.
The shower water poured heavily over us both, soaking everything, blurring everything except him. Except the pain written so clearly across his face.
Why does it hurt him this much? What happened that could reduce a man like Alexander Blackwood to this?
Tears streamed down my face without asking permission. His blood-stained hand brushed my cheek, warm and trembling, and I didn't pull away. If anything, I leaned into it, because in that moment he wasn't the cold, arrogant man everyone feared. He was just lost. And somehow, tha
