Adrian's POV
"Mate, don't cry..." Blake moved closer to her as he comforted her.
But fresh tears continued to pour down her cheeks. "He ripped my clothes off," she sobbed. "He held my wrist and I couldn't fight back and he just—"
Her voice broke completely.
Hearing her say it out loud made the guilt crushing me intensify tenfold. I wanted to scream, to beg for forgiveness, to do anything to take back what I'd done.
But Blake had ordered me to stay silent, and I deserved that punishment.
"Blake knows," Blake said gently. "Blake saw what happened. And Blake is so, so sorry."
"You are right. It's not your fault," she whispered through her tears. "You weren't even there."
"But like mate said earlier, we share the same body. Same hands that hurt Mate." Blake looked down at our hands with pure disgust—disgust I felt echoed in my own soul. "Blake hates Adrian right now. Hates him for what he did to Mate."
I deserved that hatred. From Blake. From Seraphina.
