Every hesitation. Every ebb and flow of reluctance and desire. The way he begged Julien to hurt him. To leave scars. If Whisper truly fell for him, knowing all along their days were numbered in blood… Julien’s eyes lower. Ignoring Nadine’s judgmental glare, he touches Whisper’s cheek. Brushes away the dirt, and says, “I made this difficult for you.” Whisper shudders. “If you apologize for me trying to kill you, I’m going to start crying.”
