Chapter 40 No Looking Back
- Lazaro’s POV
- I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window in my study, my gaze overlooking the horizon. A shot of whiskey in my hand. My mind was befuddled with thoughts of Seraphina. We haven’t said a word to each other since that night I’d yelled at her.
- I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her, and I knew she wouldn’t talk to me either. I’d hurt her with my words, brandishing the side of me I so hated, and wanted to hide away from her.