Leona Grant braced his arms on the railing, his face expressionless as he gazed at the dazzling, neon-lit cityscape of Lynton across the water. Inside, however, he was so agitated he felt like he might explode.
'He didn't even know what was wrong with him. It was like he was obsessed, his mind constantly occupied with thoughts of Annabelle Linton.'
'He was always wondering how her injuries were, what exactly had been going on with her lately, whether she really wanted to divorce him... Her... Ugh.'
'In short, she was all he could think about...'
He had been the one taking care of her these past few days, so he knew the full extent of her injuries. But whenever he remembered that he was the one who'd inflicted them, he was once again at a loss for words.
Ever since she changed, he found himself drawn to her at every moment. This was especially true after he learned what she had endured for him—how she had nearly died several times. The knowledge only made him more frustrated.
