Jax didn't know what to say.
He remained on his knees, looking up at the crying demon who had just confessed her love to him.
A human.
An enemy of her kind.
A stranger she'd known for mere days.
And yet she had shown signs of love.
His mind raced through various scenarios. Various possibilities. And all of them led to one conclusion.
'This is REALLY bad.'
He should leave. She was right. Walking away now would be the smartest choice. The logical one.
For both of them.
But his heart wouldn't allow it. He was unable to move.
His eyes stayed locked on Nerith's sobbing face. On the pain she was trying so hard to hide. On the vulnerability she'd never shown anyone else.
'Why can't I just rise up and go?'
He knew the answer.
"Nerith."
His voice came out low. Even lower than he intended.
She flinched. But still refused to look at him.
"Look at me."
"I can't."
The reply was instant. Defensive.
