You tell him. My wolf encourages. Nosey wolf. Remind him that our mate could kill him with no more than his little finger if he wanted.
“Have you really?” Leon questions, not seeming the least bit bothered by my insult. “Just because you didn’t remember these things, it doesn’t mean they weren’t hurting you – affecting the way you interact with the world.”
“We don’t have time for this.” I insist. “I understand you want to help, but I’m more concerned with finding out who these priests are, why they keep turning up in my past.”
“So you aren’t bothered by the fact that you killed those men?” Leon prods curiously. “Did you know you were capable of such violence before, even in self defense? Did you imagine you would have such a skill for it?”
His words slice through me, and suddenly it fe
