The words barely made it out of her mouth.
My jaw clenched instantly.
“What about them?” Pablo asked quietly.
Her breathing started changing.
Too fast.
Too shallow.
“Cold,” she whispered. “Empty.”
My wolf snarled beneath my skin hard enough it almost hurt.
Because I knew that kind of man.
Men who looked at people and saw objects.
Tools.
Flesh.
Pablo stayed calm somehow.
Steady.
“Can you remember anything else?”
Lena closed her eyes tightly.
“Dark hair,” she whispered after a moment. “Sharp jaw. Gray eyes.”
Her fingers started trembling harder around the cup.
Fuck.
I pushed off the wall before I could stop myself.
Every instinct I had screamed not to crowd her.
Not to push.
Not to make her feel trapped.
But watching her sit there shaking apart while trying so f*****g
