Alessio's gaze darkened like a rain cloud crested over his brows, warning of a storm brewing right beneath the surface. An almost pained expression flashed through his eyes.
It was swift, but prominent, impossible to miss.
"You're wrong, Veah." Alessio murmured, his eyes shone with emotions that were too difficult to decipher.
"You have no idea, how it feels to watch the woman you love slit her own wrist and bleed out right in front of you..." His voice cracked, like the weight of the memory was heavy on his mind and even heavier on his tongue.
"You have no idea just how helpless I felt, being unable to do anything to save you...you have no idea!" He snarled,
Neveah winced as his outburst put pressure on his wounds, and in turn, sent a jolt of pain across her side.
