Cassius Denver Valentine lost his mate...Now he thinks he's a monster. I just think he's broken. There's old blood on his hands and despite his efforts, it sticks to him like a second skin. I see the blood, but more so...I see him. And for some reason, he doesn't hide from me. I want to wash the blood from his hands. I want to kiss his scraped-up knuckles. I want to tell him that he doesn't have to keep suffering.He's already bled enough.Problem is,...