Chapter Eighty Eight

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT

His words make my heart skip a beat.

There is no mistaking the sincerity in his voice but underneath it, I know there is something else.

I smile at him, “I appreciate what you are saying but I don’t want your pity. I-”

“It’s not pity, Isabel,” Balin refuses to let go of my hand. “You’re right. My loss was tragic, and I suffered. But my people were there. But just because you had nobody back then, doesn’t mean you don’t have anybody now.”

For just a moment, just one heartbeat, Damion’s face flashes behind my eyes, that protective but infuriated look in his eyes. And then it’s gone.

“You have me,” He picks up my hand and puts it on his chest, just above his heart.

My own heart is beating wildly.