Three words.
That’s all.
But I do.
Something about them guts me. I take a step closer.
“So let somebody help.”
“Who?”
Me.
The answer roars through me. Louder the second time around.
Me.
Monster slams into my control. I grit my teeth.
Gabriella watches me.
Waiting.
And fuck me, I almost say it.
Almost tell her.
Almost offer something I have no fucking right to offer.
Then I remember prom night.
Blood.
Fear.
A girl screaming.
Rafe dragging me back.
Monster out of control.
I step away.
Gabriella’s face closes immediately.
Shit.
“Havoc, I don't know what you think is happening here, but you don't know me.”
“I know enough.”
“No, you don't.”
“I know you’re tired.”
“So?”
“I know something’s wrong.”