Her eyes were clear and sincere, devoid of any ulterior motives towards him, only pleading. Casiano felt a chill run through his veins. Any sense of peace he'd found in their connection shattered instantly.
He felt as though his heart had been ripped open, a long wound that scratched at his entire body, even the palms of his hands. He clenched his fists, attempting to suppress the spreading pain, but it was relentless. It was a pain he had never experienced before, coursing through his body, aching to his very bones...
"Mr. Davies, I am very grateful for your help when I was most helpless. Without you, Ricky would not have survived," Alla began.
"I am grateful to you, but my feelings for you are limited to just that..."
"Enough!"
