Lucian's POV
She was pregnant and exhaustion now clung to her like a second skin.
At that, past six years had exhausted her mind and soul. How much one could even endure at last to give up entirely one day. That's what happened with her.
Jason hurried to get water for her. The bastard cried more than any of us — tears falling like every regret he had stored for years finally came undone.
He didn't think when he was torturing her. But now? Now he looked like someone who wished he could go back in time and drag his past self to hell.
None of us had hurt her physically the way he had. And I wasn't innocent either. I was an ass to support his actions.
We all carried our share of guilt.
But hers… hers was the only pain that mattered now.
The three of us went to her. Roman sat on one side of her and Rafe on the other. Bastards left no place for me.
