“It is. Because, even if you had climbed into my bed, there was enough evidence to see how your family was treating you. And I turned a blind eye to it. I wanted someone to blame, and I chose you. When it wasn’t your fault either.”
“I…”
“And then, I made it all worse when I marked you but refused to claim you. I told you that I didn’t want you and to not expect anything just because I put my mark on you. Not only was that not fair, but it wasn’t the truth, either. I wanted you, even then. I just didn’t think I should. And, not because of your wolf or lack of one. But, because I was scared of what you represented.”
Kiera’s brows were pulled together as she watched me and listened to my words. As if she was trying to force them into what she knew of the world and couldn’t figure out how.
