Elora’s POV
He snarled, barely holding it together. “Why’re you so keen to save him, Elora? Is he your lover?”
I wasn’t expecting that curveball. “What?” Just that, mouth gaping.
“Don’t lie.” His hand clamped my wrist, not bruising but hot with all his ugly jealousy. “You run to him. You defend him. You give him some look you’ve never wasted on me. So, come on, have you just always belonged to him?”
Sometimes it feels like my inner wolf’s voice is louder than mine. She was ready to rip something apart. I kept myself steady, probably shaking like a leaf. “He is not my lover. He’s your freaking brother, Dominic. And if he ever was, if I ever was, you’d know, wouldn’t you? Because you basically gave us your blessing once! Remember the meeting? He’s got no shadows with his love, D. He neve
