Violet
“You told her about us being mates, but you never told her the truth about the glasses,” Kylan’s sharp gaze pierced through mine. “Or your eyes.”
I turned away, grabbing the things Trinity had brought from the bed. “Why does it matter?”
“Why does it matter?” His tone was calm. “Why didn’t you tell her?”
I shrugged, brushing him off as I got off the bed. “I want to, but I can’t. I don’t want to freak her out.”
“You trust her, don’t you?” he pointed out. “Then I don’t see the reason why you haven’t told her about your eyes—”
“Just like I couldn’t see a reason why you hadn’t told Nate, your friend, about us being mates,” I shot back. The sarcasm in my tone was impossible to miss, and his brows furrowed.
“You ignored me because you found out I’m a witch, Kylan,” I reminded him. “
