“And why would you help? You hate me, remember? I’m the w***e that ran off with your sons?”
“You’re not a w***e. I say s**t out of anger. That doesn’t mean I always mean what I say.”
“No, but your actions say otherwise,” I remind him. “You had no issues calling me a w***e, thinking I ran off with Jake!” I spit at him bitterly.
“Because you ran off with another man!”
“A man who was a vampire, one who used his compulsion on me and killed my best friend! You act like I asked for that to happen.”
“Don’t act like you did nothing wrong. You chose to leave.” Axton argues. He still doesn’t get it.
“Wait, so I am a w***e when you say it, but my father says it, you get offended on my behalf?” I scoff, shaking my head.
“You’re still my mate and the mother of our children.” I shake my head, p
