He’d been there for her all along—honest and forthright—in spite of her vicious attacks and promise-induced mood swings. “What is this hell that we’re in?”“Don’t worry about that. You’re with me now. You’re safe.” He touched her cheek, catching a tear on his finger.“I should have never fought you to begin with.” She reached for his arm, grazing her fingers over the faded bite scar. Goose bumps rose along his skin from her touch. “I’m sorry I did this to you.”“I’m not,” he said with a coy smile. She blushed, not sure how to take his comment. He pulled her into his shoulder and she crawled onto the couch next to him, nestling into his side. Their heat pulsed into one another—strong and hot. He gently touched the bandage on her arm.“What were you thinking?” he whispered into her wet hair. “I asked you to wait for me.”Her heart stuttered at the memory, the rush of emotions, the confusion, the hate, the betrayal. “Azor found me at my parents’ house, because he was there looking for Xirene.”
