I flinched when he pulled the bottle from my hand. My eyes snapped to his, and the worry there… God, it was too much.
Too kind. Too hurt. Too aware.
"Why are you here again? I told you..." I rasped, my voice cracking. "I told you I'm a mess."
His jaw tightened like he wanted to fix it. Fix me.
But no one could.
"You're drunk," he said, setting the bottle aside.
I let out a laugh that was more of a sob. "That obvious, huh?"
He didn't answer.
Didn't need to.
I knew I looked like hell. Felt like hell.
And my heart ...
My heart felt like it had been crushed under Kael's hands, even though they weren't touching me.
"Did you go see him?" Sylas asked quietly. "Ash told me."
I nodded… then shook my head. Wrapped my arms around myself like maybe I could hold myself together that way.
"I saw him," I whispered, "but he didn't see me."
Sylas stayed silent, and it hurt worse than any words.
