Liliana
The sight of him standing there, half-naked and devastatingly beautiful in his pain, made my breath catch in my throat. The dim light cast shadows across his sculpted chest, highlighting every muscle, every scar on his body.
His dark hair fell in waves past his shoulders, and for a moment, he looked less like the feared Reaper and more like a fallen angel.
But his eyes... his eyes held nothing but cold fury and hurt.
“Why?” He asked again, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
I stepped into the room, my bare feet silent on the marble floor. “Because I'm a fool,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Because I thought I could have both.”
“Both?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “You thought you could betray me and keep me at the same time?”
“I thought I cou
