Rhydian;
The back of my finger gently traces down his warm, soft cheek.
I stare at his shut lips. And then my eye travels up to long lashes.
I pause when I remember the sight of him when I stepped into that room.
More specifically… the sight of his eyes.
White eyes… Why did he have white eyes?
Those weren't the eyes of prey. They were something else… something that an omega shouldn't have.
And everyone thinks I saved him. That I killed those men… but I didn't.
There was no sign that anyone had broken into the room either. Elián was alone with those six men. And when I got there, Elián was covered in blood, and all of them were dead.
Does that mean he killed them?
No. That makes no sense.
He has no beast core. Those men looked like they'd been mauled by some beast. And that's not Elián.
I really wish he would wake up and tell me what happened. I'm so worried I haven't been able to take my eyes off him.
