"Please... say something." Adam's voice was raw, barely more than a whisper. He was still on his knees, his pride forgotten, his eyes searching hers like a man reaching for air in a drowning sea.
Sofia's throat tightened. Her hands trembled as she stared down at him, still unable to believe what she was seeing. Adam Ravenstrong—the man who once felt untouchable, cold, unyielding—was kneeling before her like her answer alone could make or break him.
"Adam, get up," she managed, her voice faltering.
But he didn't move. His jaw clenched, his gaze desperate. "Not until I hear it. I need to hear you say you're not giving up on me, Sofia."
Her chest ached with every frantic beat of her heart. She wanted to run, to escape the weight of the moment, but instead her lips parted, her truth tumbling out soft and steady.
"I wouldn't be here if I had already given up." She drew in a shaky breath, her eyes glistening. "I came because... because I still care about you, Adam."
