Chapter 64

• Zheme set the pancakes and the syrup on the wooden table, a blatant frown on his lips, a tenuous pain in his heart and the sad look that had been on Lexie's face haunting his mind.
• Her eyes had held so much pain, but her expression was what depicted her augmenting lugubriousness, the tears that left her eyes, the cries of hurt that left her lips...Zheme saw and heard them all, but all he could do was ignore them when he really wanted to just...just hold her.
• She had looked so vulnerable, so hurt and yet all Zheme could do was bestow upon her, more pain, more sadness, more of everything she obviously didn't want.