It had been almost a week since he and Trev had taken Kit to the dungeon and things had gone south so quickly. He was grateful Trev had left their connection open during his conversation with Kit, because it had allowed him to hear for himself what she’d been thinking. Her insecurity had surprised him, and he was grateful he’d let Trev handle the situation. Heaven only knew how badly he would have fucked it up. He’d felt helpless and frustrated and neither of those would have helped. The fact he absolutely adored his spirited mate didn’t mean she didn’t drive him to distraction—often. Why she didn’t see how perfect they were for her and how much they could help her was a puzzle he didn’t seem to be able to fit together. She was much too hard on herself in his opinion, but as Trev had pointed out when the two of them had talked earlier, that wasn’t something she was going to overcome overnight. It had taken years for the damage to her self-confidence to take its toll and healing wouldn’t come nearly as quickly as he’d like.
