He hated how he’d left things with Annalise. Their argument that morning haunted him all day. She loved him, and his love for her was growing stronger by the day, even though he’d never said the words. It was true he hadn’t made any declarations to her, not out loud, but his heart and mind shouted his love every time he looked at her. Every morning waking and finding her soft and warm in his bed. Every touch. Every word. He cherished each second as if it were the richest bounty. Even in anger, the sight of her still stunned his senses and filled him with want. The more time he spent with her, the more he realized the painful truth of it. He had no right to tie her to a life such as his. It had always been his intention to bring her back to England and settle the threat with Wolfsan so she could live out the rest of her life in peace. He couldn’t ask her for more. He didn’t deserve to ask for more. He’d been a true bastard this morning.
