Mirellie
“Did you do this on purpose?” he asked quietly.
For a second, I just stared at him.
His hand was still gripping my chin firmly, forcing my face upward while his dark eyes searched mine with cold intensity. The closeness between us made my chest tighten painfully. I could feel his warmth. Smell him. The mating bond pulsed weakly beneath my skin in response, making my wolf stir despite everything.
And somehow… that hurt more than his words. My brows pulled together slowly.
“Do what on purpose?” I asked weakly.
Evander’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, his gaze became sharper.
“This,” he said. “The collapsing. The starving.”
Something ugly twisted inside my chest immediately.
Of course. Of course that was what he thought.
A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop
