RONAN
“You say you’ve known all kinds of women,” I said slowly, my voice rougher than I intended. “Then tell me, why does she burn with such fury when I worry for her? When I try to protect her? Why does my possessiveness make her lash out, when it’s only because I love her?”
Aran gave me a smile that was both handsome and cruel in its precision. “Instead of asking me, ask yourself this: when you were so busy worrying for her safety, were you aware of how she felt? Or did you hurt her without realizing it, blinded by your own possessiveness?”
His words struck like a blade, cutting through my defenses. I remembered that night, my hand gripping her arm too tightly, my words sharp and accusing. I hadn’t asked if she was alright. I hadn’t comforted her after she and her wolf nearly unravele
