If he let go of the cage face, would it rip off his lower jaw? The horror of it made me let out a weak sob, and I finally lifted my streaming eyes to his when he made another low sound. Wide, rectangular pupils gazed back at me mournfully, dark and fringed in thick lashes. The pain in them made me sob again, but it also filled me with the burning need to help him. To take away that pain. I was sitting here blubbering while Gloam was still fucking maimed.
