Knox's P.O.V
My hand wrapped around hers, ready to support her as she opened up too.
"I was eight." She began, trying her hardest to keep her voice steady as she, no doubt, revisited what she was about to tell me. A sigh left her lips, her gaze still averted from mine as she stared into the distance.
I could feel the turmoil of her emotions through our bond - shame, guilt, sadness, nerves, she was a ball of them.
"I was eight when my brother met his mate. He met her the very same day he turned sixteen. And he loved her from the start. Slowly, he started to forget about me and Ali, about the games we would play, about our bond. Suddenly, it was all about Raven and I... I was jealous. I threw a tantrum one day when he was about to leave the house, so he decided to bring me along to her h
