Amira
Jane was trying to hide who her mate was. The silence between us felt heavy and thick. I could see the walls she had built around herself. These walls were made of secrets and shame.
Every part of me wanted to break through those walls. I wanted to shake the truth from her lips. But I couldn’t do that.
I wouldn’t become another person who forced her to speak. I wouldn’t become another voice asking for pieces of her soul when she wasn’t ready to give them.
I didn’t want to force or bully her into telling us, either. I didn’t want her to hate me or stay away from me. But I couldn’t shake off the curiosity that ate at me like a living thing. The unease followed close behind. It whispered terrible things in my mind.
From the little Jane had shared, he had sounded dangerous and cruel
