"Don't be afraid. I will protect you..." Jacob whispered, kissing the space between his Omega's brows, wiping his tears gently.
Dante pulled away from their embrace and caressed Jacob's chiseled face with the remnants of warmth in his palm. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared back at Jacob with a rather pitying gaze.
More than just the hatred he had towards this man for torturing him and forcing him to live this shameful life, Dante actually knew that Jacob was more pitiful than he looked on the surface.
Jacob hadn't moved on from Cynthia and their children's death... He had been living each day trying to suppress the conscience that called for him to admit his mistake.
And he only kept Dante alive because he didn't want to do things that he should have done a long time ago.