"What?" I interrupted. "What am I to you, really? Because before yesterday, I was the girl you told to kill herself. The girl you mocked for having no parents. The girl you made cry herself to sleep more times than I can count."
All four of them flinched as if I'd physically struck them. Good. Let them hurt. Let them feel a fraction of what I'd felt all these years.
"We deserve that," Fin said finally, his voice rough with emotion. "We deserve your anger, your mistrust. We've earned it."
"Yes, you have," I agreed. "So why should I believe anything has changed? Why should I trust that this isn't just another way to hurt me?"
"Because the mate bond doesn't allow us to hurt you anymore," Liam explained. "It physically pains us to see you suffer. That's why we were so affected by that reco
