Syria’s POV
“I thought you were gone!”
I threw my arms around him.
I buried myself against his shoulder, sobbing so hard it hurts.
So much.
“I’m sorry… Kael, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. Forgive me for everything I’ve done…”
His arms wrapped around me slowly. Even in his fragile state, he managed to hold me close, one hand slowly rubbing up and down my back, trying to calm me down.
“Shh…”
“It’s okay,” he murmured softly. His lips was close to my ear.
“This isn’t your fault, Syria. None of it. I chose this. I chose to protect you. That was me, not you.”
I pulled back slightly to see his face. Even through my tears…he’s still handsome.
But the peace didn’t last.
A scream tore through the air that made us both flinched.
“Don’t even dream of it, you little b***h!”
I barely
