Dark Fate by Lamb, Charlotte

who had committed suicide...' She winced, and his eyes lashed her bitterly. 'Yes, it wasn't an experience I want to repeat! If it had been you...' He broke off, his mouth grim. 'It was a hellish experience. You've put me through a nightmare, Saskia, and the worst of it was the uncertainty about what had really happened to you... if you were alive or dead... if you had found someone else... two years of it, Saskia. Seven hundred and eighty-three days, to be precise—I counted every single day, all the frustration and hope and fear...' 'I'm s-----' she began and he interrupted in a snarl. 'Don't say you're sorry again!' She looked up at him with pain and regret in her dilated blue eyes, struggling with tears. 'What else can I say?' 'We used to be able to talk to each other!' 'That was before...' He broke off as a tear escaped and ran down her white cheek. He put a hand out in a quick, involuntary movement, and his fingers brushed her cheek, brushed away the tear. 'Don't cry, I can't bear to see you cry,' he muttered in a 49 low, rough tenderness, his face moving down towards her as if he was going to kiss her, and she arched away from him with a hoarse, anguished cry. She could not bear the thought of him kissing her. Domenico's anger returned in a surge like the sea on a stormy day; she felt it beating inside him with all the violence of the elements let loose, and her terror rose to meet it. They looked at each other in bitter tension, and then their mood was shattered by the