Danika’s P.O.V.

He gently lifted me from his back, ensuring I was secure before uttering the words that sent me into a silent frenzy.

“It’s not pity, Danika… it’s love.”

Time seemed to stand still for me.

Again, he managed to make me speechless. How in the hell does he always do that? Every single time, he says something that disarms me — and I find myself agreeing to whatever he says. It still baffles me.

I sighed quietly, turning my gaze backward.

Now, I don’t really know who I’m gradually turning into — this version of me that’s so dependent… so powerless.

I didn’t like it.

I didn’t even...