Bab 140: Bounty(1)

CAT 

It feels like several hours have passed since Will and I argued, which can't be right because he's still standing by the window, leaning against the wall with his gaze glued outside, where the rain is still pounding. Even if it's just been a few minutes, that's way too long to be arguing with my husband. 

I study his face. His expression is crestfallen, like he's battling a life or death dilemma—which he is, except it's not about his own life but mine. 

When I walk over to him, he turns his eyes to me, his gaze full of anger. I know he's not angry with me even if I'm responsible for making him feel such an intense surge of emotions. 

No matter how hard he tries to hide it, his eyes can't mask the pain behind them. I slot myself between him and the window. We are so close that our skins are almost touching, yet it feels like we could be miles apart and there would be no difference.

"Will," the whisper comes as a helpless plea on my lips.