Chapter 274

• “I know—fuck, I know I made a mistake,” Damien rasped, dragging both hands down his face as though he could claw the guilt out. His voice cracked, rough and uneven.
• “I don’t have excuses, Ayla. I’m still… trying to learn how to control my rage. Every time someone messes up around you I just—explode. And it keeps driving this wedge between us. I should’ve listened when you said stop. I should’ve heard your pleas, but my anger—” he clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles went white— “my anger swallowed me whole. I couldn’t control myself.”
• His eyes shimmered, dark and frantic. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Ayla.”