Chapitre 241: The Broken Soul

Dane

He was frantic. As if his whole life was grains of sand slipping through his fingers. He had to get her to listen. She had to understand. But the rage and pain on her face was cutting him in half.

"Lila, I won't touch you," he said, though it ached in his chest to promise it. "I won't make you do anything. You don't even have to answer if you don't want to. Just… please… listen to me."

She wiped her face and even though her chest kept catching, she folded her arms and stared at him. "Okay. Fine. What?"