Lorcan

“Gianna?”

Wide eyes lock on me, and she whimpers while clutching the sheet around her. That fucking kills me.

My stomach tightens, and the ache in my chest intensifies.

“It’s okay,” I hold my hands up while stepping closer. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Not personally.” She mumbles, and I sigh.

This is not going to be easy.

I sit down on the bed beside my mate, still looking at me wide-eyed and scared.

“I know you’re scared of me right now.”

“I’m always scared of you, Lorcan. Every single day, I am scared to so much as look at you because you don’t give me a reason not to be,”