Chapter 135: He Was Done Being Silent

Lorraine froze, her breath ragged in her chest. Slowly, she turned—and there he was. Leroy stood in the center of the hall, his hair damp with sweat, his cloak disheveled, his eyes burning with something she could not bear to face.

"Why?" His voice was low now, but all the more dangerous for it. "Why do you keep running from me?"