"It's the truth," Kyle said, his amber eyes never leaving mine. "I've been in love with you since we were kids, Imogen. Since before I even understood what that meant."
I laughed, a bitter sound that made several nearby students glance our way. "Love? You call what you did to me love? Reading my most private thoughts to the entire pack? Making me a laughingstock?"
Kyle's face crumpled slightly. "I was fifteen and terrified of what I felt for you. When I saw your letter... when I thought it was about Marcus..." He ran a hand through his dark hair, that familiar gesture of frustration. "I lost my mind. I wanted to hurt you the way I was hurting."
"Well, congratulations," I said, my voice shaking with barely controlled anger. "Mission accomplished."
"I know." His voice was barely a whispe
