“Goddammit, Isabella. What’s wrong with you? Why won’t you talk to me?” Killian’s voice carried a sharp edge of impatience.
“Why do you care?” she snapped. Her tone was sharp, but even in its harshness, it brought a strange relief to Killian’s heart. He had been longing to hear that sweet voice.
“I asked for an answer, not a question, Isabella. And for the Goddess’s sake, I do care about you. Can’t you f*****g see it?” His voice rose with frustration, sharp and raw. How could she think he didn’t care? He had left everything behind—his pack, his duties—just to be there for her.
“Of course, you don’t care. You keep rejecting me every single chance you get, and you never even think about how it hurts me,” she said, her voice breaking on the last words. Tears glistened in her eyes, threaten
