“You did this?” I ask, my voice wobbly. “I did, yes.” I shake my head, realization gushing down my throat like a drowning shove of water. My rage—my rabid thirst for revenge—was blinding. I thought Kaan was a tyrant. A heartless monster. But he has such a big, warm heart I’m surprised it fits in his chest. “Why?” “Because it hurts knowing she’s not whole,” he rasps, casting another sweep of sting across the backs of my eyes.
