Page 214 of Wreck Me
Right at me.
Emotion swam in his eyes for several long moments as we held one another’s gazes.
And then he sucked in an unsteady breath and turned away, carrying Bastian inside.
“Fuck,” I muttered, lowering my binoculars and scrubbing my hand over my face.
That night had burned so many bridges.
It had wrecked us to pieces.
We’d lost each other.
I’d lost myself.
I blew out a breath and forced myself to turn and walk away.
Every step was excruciating, the pull to turn around, to go to my brothers, so fucking powerful.
But I couldn’t.
Not until I fixed this blackness inside of me.
I had to walk.
I had to leave Rossun.
I had to leave them.
