133. Lorenzo
“There’s something you need to know about me,” I said, turning away from her.
My voice wavered under the weight of my own words. It was now or never.
I had battled with this for far too long — whether to tell her or keep it buried in the shadows where it belonged. The last time I tried, my resolve crumbled, but not today. Today, I would not fail. She deserved to know the truth, the whole dark and jagged truth of who I really was.
This time, I was certain she wouldn’t run from me. She had grown stronger since that day, weathering storms I never thought she could face. I still remembered how she fled to our room, hiding herself from the truth because shock and disbelief had gripped her so tightly. But now? Now, she was different.
She wouldn’t run.
She was my mate after
