My gaze lands on Adam, and even though the police are dragging him away, his eyes are fixed on me.
Our gaze locks on each other, and God, those brown eyes. Why do they make me feel things I thought were already dead?
My heart starts hammering wildly and I look away immediately.
"That man's dead to me. What the f**k is he doing here?" I mutter, but a stupid part of my heart wants him here. Because it's my heart, and the only thing it's good at is being stupid!
"HERMIONE, LOOK AT ME!!!" Adam screams from behind.
I shake my head, my teeth clenching with a mix of anger, sadness, and pity.
“I'm not f*****g looking at him!" I whisper to myself.
"Baby, please... just look at me!" he says again.
Why the f**k is he asking me to look at him? Because he thinks I'll fall for his trick? His e
