RYLEE

Watching my mate struggle with himself was painful. I could feel his desperation and fear, at the same time. The fact remained that he was trying so hard not to feed on me because he was afraid that he would hurt me.

"I can't," he croaked, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Vincent, you're hurting," I rasped, more tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I can bear it. I have to," Those words made my heart squeeze. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his grip on my shirt tightening. Placing a ...