The Grip of Regret

Tessa couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness at the thought.

Meanwhile, sweat was beading on Vance's forehead.

Tessa grabbed a tissue, wanting to wipe the sweat from his brow.

But as soon as the tissue touched his forehead, Vance's eyes, which had been clenched shut, flew open—his gaze burned with terror and bitter regret.

Tessa frowned; his grip on her wrist was so tight that it sent a dul