“Forget I said anything.” His voice is sharp, cutting. “You’re right to want safety. You’re right to choose someone who’ll protect you and give you a quiet life.” He looks at me with something that might be pity, and it cuts deeper than any blade. “I just don’t understand how someone like you can believe people so easily. How you can trust pretty words from a man who doesn’t even know the real you.”
The criticism stings more than it should. “I’m not naive.”
“Aren’t you?” There’s cruelty in his voice now, a deliberate attempt to hurt. “You’ve known this human for what, a few years? Spent maybe two hours total with him during all that time? He says he loves you, and you’re ready to believe him. You don’t even know what love feels like, but you’re convinced that’s what this is because he to
