“I don’t know if killing him will make that all go away.” “It’s a start,” he promised, his hands so gentle on my cheeks even though the rest of his body still quaked with bottled-up fury. “All your life, men have hurt you. I didn’t understand until now. Seamus, Christopher, Daniel. None of them showed you how goddamn tragically beautiful you are, Elena. But I will. I’ll prove it to you every single day until I die, mi senti?” Do you hear me? I did.
