MIA’S POV
"Mia…"
Sean's voice was weak, barely a breath above the howling wind. But I heard it. And that was the problem.
I heard the desperation in it.
I heard the regret.
I heard the part of me that still wasn't as heartless as I wanted to be.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling with restraint, heat spreading through my veins despite the cold. The rain had soaked through my clothes, making the thin fabric cling to my skin.
"Please…" His breath hitched, and when I turned slightly, I saw him struggling to move, his hand reaching for me. His shirt torn open, revealing the muscled chest I once knew so well, now marred with wounds. "Save them… If not for us, for you…"
I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the way his voice still affected me, how it sent shivers down my spi
