Chloe’s pov
The air in the small bedroom was suffocatingly thick, heavy with the scent of wild pine, dried tears, and the electric pulse of Nash’s mate aura.
He stayed on his knees by the side of the mattress, his large, calloused hands trembling where they cupped Harley's soft cheeks. Tears tracked through the bruise on his jaw, his bloodshot eyes filled with a desperate, pathetic vulnerability that made my stomach twist into a hard, painful knot.
"I was blind, Harley," Nash rasped, his voice breaking into a rough, raspy whisper as he pressed his cheek into her tiny palm. "I made terrible mistakes... but I'm here now. I'm never going to stop looking for you again."
Harley blinked down at him, her dark eyes searching his face. "Are you going to stay with us?"
Nash looked across the be
