|Gryphon's POV|
We stay like that for a long time. I don't check the clock. I don't care that my phone's buzzing again in my pocket. Let the world fall apart outside those windows—because right now, all that matters is the girl unraveling in my arms like she's finally allowed to.
Her tears slow eventually. Not because the ache has gone, but because she's run dry. Like her body gave everything it had just to make it to this moment.
I lean back, just enough to see her face. Her lashes are still damp. Her lips parted like she wants to say something but hasn't found the strength yet. I brush a strand of hair away from her cheek and tilt her chin up.
"Did they touch you?" My voice is low. Steady. But there's a razor-thin edge underneath, because if the answer is yes, there's not a man on th
