Chapter 62
- Cesmae's POV
- As I turned to leave, feeling the weight of his refusal to answer my question, Kylian’s hand shot out and grabbed mine, stopping me mid-step. His grip was firm but gentle, as if he didn’t want me to go, yet knew I could pull away if I really wanted to.
- “Wait,” he murmured, his voice low but filled with emotion. “Why can’t you just trust me, Cesmae?”