MIAS POV

"Mia"

Sean's voice was weak, barely a breath above the howling wind. But I heard it. And that was the problem.

I heard the desperation in it.

I heard the regret.

I heard the part of me that still wasn't as heartless as I wanted to be.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling with restraint, heat spreading through my veins despite the cold. The rain had soaked through my clothes, making the thin fabric cling to my ...