BLAZE'S POV
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The pain in her eyes makes my heart squeeze, and for once I can feel her sorrow like it's my own.
She's terrified, and it's clear, but I hate how stubborn she is. If she could just listen to me, then she might understand that I could protect her, but she doesn't want to join me.
"Can we just discuss this like normal adults?" I ask desperately. I don't want to leave her here, not like this.
She looks so vulnerable, like she might break.
"No, there's no discussing it. I am not going back there." she grits out.
Her cheeks are red, her eyes glassy and my mark on her neck healed.
My lips part as I want to tell her that I can make her come back with me, but she interrupts me, "And you can't make me!" she screams.
I don't know how she knew what I was going to say, but it's
