Lincoln POV
I stared at her, not even sure where to start. She looked so small, so unsure and somehow that made everything in me twist.
“And what about Eran?” I finally asked, trying to keep my voice level even though my chest felt tight.
“Eran came in here,” she said softly.
“I know.” I already knew, but hearing her say it made something flare inside me again.
“Did he hurt you?” The question rushed out before I could stop it. If he touched her wrong, if he scared her, I would—
“No, he didn’t,” she said.
Relief rushed through me so fast it almost made me weak. “Thank goodness.” My shoulders relaxed a little. I stepped closer and reached out, brushing her hair gently between my fingers. “Athena, I want you.”
But she pulled back.
I froze, my hand hanging there uselessly. “Is somethi
