Her sweet voice and the sorrow in her eyes angered me. I wasn’t quite sure why but I couldn’t dampen the heat of fury with her soft demand. My emotions were everywhere. I’d never had to think of anyone else, it had only ever been me, and now my life included Kloe – and my child – I was struggling to keep track of each conflicting thought and mood that washed over me. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, Kloe.” She blinked, jointly hurt and stunned by the tone of my irritation, and most probably my severe mood swing. “You promised.” “No.” I took her chin in my fingers and glared at her, tightening my grasp on her until I saw the wince of pain flash in her eyes. “I nodded. A nod isn’t confirmation of an oath.” “What are you scared of?” I laughed, shaking my head at her naivety. “Scared? Oh, I’m not scared, I’m just not sure how sharing tales between us will make a damn bit of difference.” “It won’t make any difference, but I just want to share something, anything, with you.
