I said, "You haven't asked me once if I'm okay. You haven't asked what I am going through, what he said. You're just worried about the consequences, about the war, about—"
"Of course I'm worried about the consequences!" Steven exploded, his alpha voice filling the room. "Do you have any idea what you've done? What this means for all of us?"
I flinched at his tone, and something in his face softened immediately. He took a breath, clearly trying to calm himself.
"Amber, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—" He approached me slowly, carefully. "I'm sorry. This whole situation is just—it's a mess. And I'm trying to figure out how to fix it."
"Fix it," I repeated hollowly. "You mean it was my fault?"
"That's not what I said," he protested.
But it was what he meant. I could see it in his eyes, hea
