Adina’s POV

Nathan’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, firm but trembling slightly from anger, or from something else entirely. His voice was low, roughened by restrained fury.

“Don’t walk away from me, Adina. Not when I’m still talking to you.”

I froze, my back half-turned to him. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us was thick, filled with everything we hadn’t said, everything we were both too afraid to admit.

Slowly, I turned to face him. His eyes were ...