I grabbed his wrist and carefully placed it down. His red eyes flickered at my gesture but he didn't resist. His hands falling uselessly to his sides. My fingers trembled, so I hid them, moving closer to where Rayna was still standing by the foot of her bed.
"You've hurt your sister," I said quietly, my voice steadier than I felt. "That's something the Ravić I love would never do."
"Would you forgive me?" he asked, his tone soft, almost fragile, but there was nothing genuine about it. It was like a mask, stretched too thin, something that made my skin crawl. "I know I'm not the same, but I still love you, Rosie. Now more than ever."
I turned slightly toward Rayna. She stiffened but didn't move, watching her brother with wide anguished eyes. My instincts screamed at me to run, to escape when I've still got the chance, but my feet stayed rooted in place. Somewhere beneath all his darkness, he was still there. I can still save him.
