Zayne's heart pounded in his chest like he could taste her pain, her fright on his tongue.
There was nothing he wanted to do at that moment more than get rid of everything causing her pain. Yes…he would kill for her without a second thought if it meant she'd have anything but tears on that face.
His hand reached out before he could think, grabbing her. He pulled her into his frame, hugging her.
Her arms came around him, face buried in his solid chest, her crying growing louder.
The man weaved his fingers through the dark of her hair, combing through…soothing her.
"S-should I just give the company away? Maybe this isn't for me after all…" she mumbled, sniffling.
Zayne cupped her cheek and pulled her head back to make her look into his eyes. "And is that what you want to do?"
She shook his head.
"Your father chose you, Evelyn, over his sons who everyone assumes are better than you. Do you want to let him win? To take it from you?"
