Lennox's POV
My fists clenched at my sides.
I wanted to hit him.
God, I wanted to.
But I couldn't.
I wasn't Lennox anymore.
I was Kaine.
A guard. A shadow. A lie.
So I swallowed the rage instead.
"She is your mate," I said, my voice tight. "You don't give your mate away. You fight. You listen. You change. You don't hand her to another man like she's nothing."
Levi's shoulders sagged.
Just like that, the fire drained out of him.
"I'm tired," he said quietly.
The word sounded small. Broken.
"I fight," he went on, his voice cracking. "Every day I fight. And the more I do, the more she pulls away. The more I try to hold on, the more she slips through my fingers."
He dragged a hand down his face.
"I don't know what I'm doing anymore," he admitted. "I don't know how to love her without hurting her. And I don't know how to let go without losing her forever."
His voice broke then.
