My Darkest Hour - Part 10
Guilt-ridden
Heart pounding furiously, I try calming my nerves by counting to ten.
Though I should have known that wasn’t going to calm me down in the slightest given just how much had been swirling in my mind the past few hours— Volodymyr’s raw anger and power that had gripped me.
His protectiveness.
A shudder runs down my body as I press my thighs together, hoping …