Liz
I studied Cade carefully. He had never stood between me and danger before. The only time I had ever seen him shield someone so fiercely was when it involved wolves he actually cared about. That had never included me. I was more used to his venom than his kindness. I didn't know how to accept kindness from people. It was such a foreign aspect that seeing someone be kind or experiencing generosity was like seeing a circus monkey perform a trick.
Cade's head was tilted, and his brows were furrowed like he was trying to figure me out. Then he shook his head and dragged one of the chairs closer to the bed before dropping into it. His movements were slow and controlled. I hated that I was grateful for that. I hated how I still flinched when someone bigger was in the room or when someone mo
