HANNAH
A sharp pang went through me. I refused to believe it. Don’t listen to her. Don’t let her get inside your head.
But she wasn’t done.
“You love using your powers to hurt people, and then you play the victim,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.
“Shut up.” My voice was low.
“Cade warned me to stay away from you so I wouldn’t get hurt. I’m sure if not for the mate bond, he would’ve had you thrown out of here by now.”
“Go manipulate someone else.” My voice wavered slightly, and I hated it. Because somewhere, deep down, a part of me, growing larger by the second, wondered if she was telling the truth.
She twisted the knife deeper. “That’s not all. He told me he’d protect me from you, that he wouldn’t let a psycho like you hurt me.”
That was it.
Something inside me
