Chapter 98: Take you
Quinn let her vent, not interrupting. Only when her voice grew quiet did he lean in, his fingers grazing the wound on her neck.
His expression darkened as his thumb traced the faint marks left by fangs. "Did he do this?" His voice carried a possessive edge, his gaze locked on the injury.
She scoffed and answered, "Why does it matter?" Her tone was hollow as she added, "I don’t even know who he truly is anymore. Everything’s a mess."
Quinn, who was focused on the injury, repeated, "I asked if he did this." Bent on knowing who injured her.
His intensity forced her to meet his eyes. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Yes. Are you satisfied now?"
He said nothing. He only stared, his gaze fixated on the wound, unreadable.
"You know..." she began, watching him carefully. "It’s strange how you are always here when I break down these days. It used to be Mia. But now..." A single tear slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away before it could fall further. "How ironic life can be."
Quinn caught her hand before she could lower it. His grip was warm, grounding.
He urged, "Let it out." His voice was quiet, and sincere. "I am not leaving your side this time." He promised.
Belle’s lips parted, but no words came. The tears she had been holding back finally fell, one after another, until she was sobbing into his chest. He pulled her into his arms, his hand stroking slow, soothing circles along her back. He didn’t speak, didn’t rush her, just let her be.
Minutes passed before her cries quieted. Her breathing steadied and she lifted her head.