Claimed By The Mafia Boss
“Safe doesn’t look like this.”
Her gaze didn’t waver. “That looks like pain. Pain you haven’t spoken, pain you’ve turned inward.”
“I don’t want to speak it!” I shouted. “If I say it, it’s real. And if it’s real, I’ll break apart completely.”
“You won’t,” she said calmly. “You might shatter, yes. But shattering is not the end. Sometimes it’s the only way to rebuild.”
Her words buzzed in my ears. My chest rose and fell too fast. “Lucien can’t see me like this,” I whispered. “He already looks at me like I’m glass. If he hears this—if he knows—I’ll lose him.”