Ash’s POV
I stared at Rowan in the dim room, back pressed hard against the wall, fingers still curled around the edge of my dagger, heart slamming so loud I was sure he could hear it. The words I’ll tell you hung between us like smoke, fragile and dangerous, because I knew I couldn’t tell him the truth, or the real truth, not about the Silverborne blood, not about Nana, not about the revenge burning in my veins since the night my pack burned.
I had to give him something believable, something that would close the door on his suspicion without opening the one that would destroy me.
Rowan stood inches away, eyes dark and unreadable, voice low and edged with impatience. “Have you decided against telling me, should I rip those clothes off?”
My eyes widened immediately, panic spiking sharp
