Rowan
Where the f**k did we go from here? How in the hell did we even get into this predicament? From last night to now, going from loving and tender touches to her trying to escape and run from me. Liz sat halfway on the bed, practically straddling the edge like she was preparing to stand despite the way her body trembled. A lone tear slid down her cheek and something ugly twisted inside my chest.
Pain hit me instantly. I hated it. I hated seeing her cry. Hated knowing she was so torn apart inside that even injured, her first instinct was still to work. To make herself useful. To earn her place. I hated that she ever believed that she had to earn the right to exist here at all.
I steadied my hands against her cheeks, and it was like the touch alone shattered whatever fragile control sh
