Chapter 122

Mel's POV

"Look, I'm sorry!" I exclaim desperately.

What for? I don't know.

He peeks up from his arms. My heart breaks seeing the tears welling in his eyes, intense agony clouding his perfect features. I've never seen him so vulnerable. "What are you apologizing for? You didn't kill him," he chuckles humorlessly.

I don't know what to say, but I just want to take his pain away. I can feel it, whether that be from the mate bond or my gift, and it is fucking suffocating.

I sit down beside him and run my fingers in his hair. He instantly leans into my touch, sighing deeply. With my heart hammering in my chest, I quietly ask, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Well, do you want to go home?" I don't know why I can't just shut up, but I guess I just want him to keep talking, hoping eventually he'll open to me.

"How are your ribs doing?" he asks suddenly.

Damn. I nearly forgot about that. I wiggle the top half of my body, looking for any pain. There's a little pain, but not enough to be