As Luna trembled like a petal caught in a storm, each moment threatening to crush her beneath the weight of her memories, Adam rushed to her.
His hand hovered above her trembling back, hesitant to touch it.
He wanted to pull her against his chest, to tell her that together, they'd overcome whatever trauma haunted her. But would he shatter the trust they had built?
Despite the question, his eyes narrowed into fiery slits. Why hesitate when she was suffering? The sight was unbearable, infuriating even. Was this what he wanted for her after promising her peace?
Each question pounded at his heart, making it throb painfully as his hand shattered the invisible barrier separating them.
'What's trust worth if you suffer? No! I'll protect you!' He gripped her shoulder, an inferno of resolve blazing in his eyes. 'Even if you hate me!'
