When he didn't move, she grabbed his hand and sank her teeth into the back of his palm. She bit down hard, mercilessly, wanting to draw blood, wanting him to flinch, rage, and discard her.
A droplet of tears from her eyes fell on the back of his palm.
Zane….his face twisted in pain, a low growl caught in his throat, but he didn't pull away. He accepted the bite, his grip on her wrist never loosening—it only shifted, becoming more protective than restrictive.
Finally, she let go. She looked up, her eyes swimming with moisture, catching the flicker of something raw in his gaze before he masked it behind a stoic wall.
"Where would you go if I let you?" he murmured.
Selina looked away, her head dipping.
She couldn't bear to let him see the pain he had caused. He was supposed to be the first to love her, not hurt her this way. But he did. He broke her into pieces.
"Anywhere," she whispered, her voice strained. "As long as I don't have to see your face."
