“Blaze,” I breathed, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Did you know you belonged to my brother when you kissed me?” he asked roughly.
“Let me explain,” I said. I wanted to tell him the truth.
“You’re in my arms, you’re in my bed,” he continued, his voice rougher.
He ran a hand through his dark blonde hair, his blue eyes tight. “The last time I checked your wound, you were basically healed,” he said as he got up from his chair. “You don’t need me looking after you anymore.”
I sat up quickly. “Blaze, let me explain, please.”
His eyes snapped to mine. “Explain what, Elara?” he said, his voice still rough with emotion. “That you were afraid of your own mate so you came to me instead?”
My heart clenched. “No, Blaze. That’s not it.”
He ran another hand through his hair, looking away.
