Max’s POV
I stood under a stream of hot water in the shower cubicle at one of our warehouses, a sea of blood and water pooling at my feet before it disappeared down the drain, washing away any trace of what I had just done, although it would never cleanse it from my soul. My fingers trailed over the pink scar on the right-side chest running over the raised skin. While my wound had healed, this scar was a constant reminder of what I had lost. It had been two months since the day Addison found out about my family connections and walked away, and every day without her presence had been absolute agony.
I don’t think I could really blame her for leaving me. She spent her life saving people from the very things that I helped get into the general population. I had brought her into a world where
