His heart actually stumbled when he remembered her pain. He immediately knelt by her head.
“Eve, how can I fix this? Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.” He moved her hair out of her face.
Eve let his words lay in the room with them for a while before she uttered her blasphemous ones. “When I’m with you, it doesn’t hurt as bad.”
He picked her up again, surprised—now that he could think—at how much she weighed. This girl’s pure muscle.
He sat on the couch with her on his lap. Starting over. “I’m so sorry, Eve.”
Eve touched the new marks on his chest, lines that linked all his past violence with a path of red, new pain. “I know you are, Beck. I know you are.

Auteur: Debra Anastasia