Chapter 145 Naomi

• Naomi
• I simply looked at my husband, taking in his handsome profile in the morning light. My head hurt and so did my heart, wanting nothing more than to crawl into the large bed in the next room and cover myself with a blanket.
• I hadn’t yet, wanting to see Gavril and ensure he was all right, at least, and now he was standing before me, a darkly beautiful man who was so broken on the inside. “I’m terrified of you,” I admitted, feeling like I needed to say it aloud. “I’m terrified of what you will do in your Bratva. I’m terrified that you look at me now and are disgusted by what you see.” That hurt my heart the most. I could take him being angry at me, but for him to look at me like he had was not something I liked at all.