“He bragged that no one would ever find me.” Adam’s voice dropped to a whisper, his hands suddenly reaching out to cradle my face. His eyes searched mine, filled with so much confusion and fear that my heart ached for him.
“How did you find me, Elsa? Kane told me you’d gone mad. That you kept shifting and sniffing around like a beast, tracking every scent. He said you were out of your mind. Is it true?” His voice was gentle, but the concern in his tone cut deep, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.
I swallowed, trying to push back the overwhelming emotions surging inside me. But they crashed down like a tidal wave, breaking through every barrier I’d tried to build. I had to be honest, even if it meant revealing just how far I’d fallen.
“I did lose it,” I admitted, my voice cracking.
