Elena
Seeing Axton break down, I realize what a mistake I made by keeping them from him. Fear, anger, and control get in the way of rational thought. I had my reasons for keeping them apart, and my fear is warranted, but seeing him now, I can see his fear, and it is losing them, too.
Sitting on the bed beside him, I wait for him to stop crying. I don’t know what to make of this side of him, having never seen it before. Lexa nervously paces inside my head. She is wary of what happens next.
Axton’s temperament always shifts abruptly; it is hard to know what to expect from him. And if past behavior is anything to go by, he will try to take them, which I won’t allow. Hopefully, we can come to some sort of agreement because I may see the error of my ways, but I know Axton doesn’t see the er
