"Baby, I need you to stop," murmured Lucien, rising to his feet and pushing Raphael out of his way. Spinning the chair around so that he could grab me, he pulled me into his arms, shuddering as my tears started to soak his T-shirt. "You're breaking our hearts."
"But it's really not the same," I insisted, trying to stop crying. However, I was just so tired that nothing was working. I was physically and mentally drained, and the only thing that would fix it was a few good nights of sleep and my mates around me.
"It's not," Travis agreed. It was horrible to say, but I trusted his opinion on the matter. He had seen the conditions at the facility, and he was the one who knew best whether the M.M.D dorms would be the same.