DROGO
The room stills as I slowly turn my head to her. Realization flashes in those hazel eyes, mixed with something caught between guilt and fear. The silence is heavy, broken only by her ragged breathing.
“Satisfied?” I whisper, and she stares at me like I have lost my mind. “If you want to let out your frustration, take it out on me. Do not just run out there.”
“Why?” Her voice cracks. “Are you going to kill me?”
“No.” I frown, each word firm. “No, I will not hurt you.”
She gives me a skeptical look. “I... I did mean to... she was the one who tried to kill me.”
“I know. I know, and I am sorry. Sorry I was late, again.”
“Why are you apologizing?” She stutters, tears streaming down her face. “I… I killed someone. I… I killed your mate. I murdered her in cold blood.”
“Chosen mate,
