She felt a pang in her chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She was torn between her own messed up feelings and the love he had declared. "You should have trusted me," she whispered, her voice still barely audible.
Ryder's face contorted in a mixture of pain and regret, and he raised his hand, his fingers caressing her chin. "I know," he said, his voice cracking. "I was wrong not to trust you. But I was desperate, Reana. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
"And now? Will you tell me what you're hiding?" she asked, her eyes locked onto his.
Ryder's eyes searched hers, as if looking for permission to reveal his secrets. He took a deep breath, and his shoulders squared, as if preparing himself for the consequences. "I'll tell you everything," he said, his voice firm. "I'll hide nothing from you, Reana. I promise."
