Fate Wrote His Name
“It doesn’t work like that, Fred. To them, I’ll always be a monster.”
I took a deep breath. “Then let’s prove them wrong.”
Drake’s expression hardened. He looked away, his hands curling into fists. “I don’t care what they think,” he muttered.
I stepped closer, reaching for his hand. He flinched slightly but didn’t pull away.
“You might not care,” I said softly, “but I do.”
Drake finally looked at me, his golden eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. His grip tightened around my hand.