Chapter 32

The first thing that struck me when I entered the bar was the expression on Navian’s face that resembled fatigue and some other feeling that was hard for me to define.

Each step I took in his direction caused an uncomfortable pain in my chest; it became tighter with every stride I made.

This man who has undergone so much for the sake of both myself and Owen was simply sitting there all worn out and dejected. It was because of him that Owen and I were still alive, still safe.

He had risked everything to protect us from those men Hannah had sent. And here I was, living comfortably, while his life seemed to be falling apart.

The weight of that realization struck me hard. I had never meant to cause a rift between him and Elena. She was the perfect woman for him—strong, beautiful, and deeply in love with him.

But this jealousy she felt toward me was driving him crazy. I never wanted that. I wanted him to be happy, to feel secure in his relationship. And now, I was the reason he was going t