“What happened to you?” she whispered.
I rumbled and clenched my jaw. My past was not something I regaled anyone with. No one could be trusted with that information, not even my mate. Yet I did find, for the briefest of moments, the need to share a single detail with her.
“Everything has happened to me,” I said instead, never taking my eyes off of her. “Except for the one thing I actually wanted to happen.”
“What was that?” she asked, voice even softer.
“You.”
Celeste ripped her arm away, holding her hand against her body as if she’d been burned. The spell hanging between us had been broken. “I’m not up for grabs,” she snapped, clearly walling herself off again. “So you need to build a bridge and get over that.”
Before I could say anything else, she slipped away. As I turned, I notic
