#Chapter67

Althea Garcia Hela Silvermoon

“Althea. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hold on my face tightens as his face scrunches in pain. So much pain.

But I don’t mind his rough hands, even though I was starting to feel pain rise on my neck as my face was being lifted up to meet his. I didn’t complain.

“I miss you. Please come back.” He whispers, broken, a lone tear flowing down his eye. I feel a sharp needle in my heart.

“I’m back, Aries…” My whisper equally gentle as I remove one of my hand from his wrist to wipe his tear and place them on his cheek, feeling...