The adoring glow in Agathe’s eyes dulled and frosted, and Luke’s heartbeat shrank to a labored thud. He pressed his eyes shut and fought for his next breaths.
Despite her body having only just stopped shuddering around him, her vacant expression offered all the answers he needed.
All the wrong answers.
He rolled onto his back and hooked his elbow over his eyes, forcing a few deep breaths and the bogus impression of calm. He needed to escape her emotionless gaze. Needed to disappear to somewhere a heck of a lot less painful than here.
Her invitation into her house wasn’t the welcome step forward he’d hoped. Her request for tenderness now seemed more of a bitter goodbye. He’d asked if he meant something to her, and she gave him nothing.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice came as a soft whisper.
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