EWAN’S POV
I stared at him, feeling something crack open inside my chest. The words he'd just spoken hung in the air between us, and for a moment I felt completely exposed. Like he could see straight through to the parts of me I kept hidden.
"Are you being nice because you actually mean it, or because you just want to see what a speckled wolf looks like?" The question came out harsher than I intended, but I needed to know. I'd been disappointed too many times by people who pretended to care just to satisfy their curiosity.
Eamon didn't flinch. If anything, his expression grew more thoughtful. "A little bit of both, if I'm being honest."
The admission should have stung, but somehow his honesty made it easier to breathe. At least he wasn't lying to me.
"And if appearances matter to you
