"Evelina, wait," Damian pleaded desperately. "Please, don't walk away."
Evelina froze, her back still turned to him, her body tense. She wanted to pull away, to put as much distance between them as possible, but something in his voice gave her pause.
She could hear the sincerity and raw emotion in his voice, and it tugged at something deep within her.
She didn't look at him, though. She didn't move, but she didn't pull away either.
Damian moved a little closer, keeping his hand on her wrist. "Do you really not care about us? About how we feel?" His voice was soft, almost fragile.
Evelina felt a lump form in her throat, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She willed herself not to cry or let him see how much his words affected her.
She was supposed to be angry, upset that he had manipulated her, that he was so persistent in pursuing her when he was supposed to be engaged and get married to Selene.
