“I think I do,” I answered quietly.
That made her pause.
I finally sat, perching on the edge of the chair rather than settling fully. Vulnerable, but not weak.
“Patrick saved me,” I said. “When I was hurt. And instead of gratitude, he was met with violence.”
Her mouth tightened. “Alexander has always been… intense.”
“He was triggered,” I said. “He reacted instead of thinking.”
Relief flickered across her face at that.
“I wanted Patrick to know,” I continued, “that I see what he did. That I appreciate it. And that I don’t agree with how things unfolded yesterday.”
She exhaled slowly. “He was angry. Said Alpha Alexander still treated him like an enemy.”
“That wasn’t fair to him,” I said. “And I wanted to tell him myself.”
Her fingers twisted together. “He’s not home.”
“I know,” I
