“Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?” A big hand closes around my throat, pressing hard enough for my breath to come in shallow pants and stars to burst in front of my eyes. Judah growls, hunched forward over me, and I realize he's still wearing his tux. “I see a fucking miracle, Isobel Bradley. You're kind and good and loyal. Those people—they don’t see you, love. It’s bullshit, and I’d give anything to spare you that pain, but neither of us can change what’s broken in them."
When he says he loves you, but Judah says…
