How could someone sound so loving while doing something so frightening?
And why did that make my heart ache?
I understood his anger.
I really did.
Wendy had practically accused me of imagining what I’d witnessed, and judging by William’s reaction, this wasn’t the first time she’d tried to twist a situation to suit herself.
But there was something I needed him to understand.
I wasn’t asking him to let her lie.
I wasn’t asking him to abandon the truth.
I just didn’t want him to become someone he might regret being later.
Taking a slow breath, I concentrated on our bond.
‘Will?’
His mismatched eyes softened as he looked at me.
‘Yes, my Lucky?’
I swallowed.
‘I’m not telling you to stop questioning her. But could you please explain what you’re doing to her? I can see she’s hurting
