Rhysand.
Rain’s tears are the last thing I want to see. The only time she should cry is out of pleasure when I’m f*****g her and nothing else.
Somehow she’s become my favorite thing in the entire f*****g universe. The one piece of chaos that makes sense in this f****d up world, and right now, she’s shattering in my arms.
And the sight of her like this guts me more than any knife ever could.
I carefully slide my hands down her dress, cupping her ass and sitting her on the counter, with all the care I can muster, my hands steady despite the rage still simmering in my veins from watching Colt treat her like nothing.
That f*****g i***t.
I cradle her face between my palms as she trembles against me, tears streaking down her flushed face.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, voice low, thumb brushing a
