And now she stood in front of me, shaking in the rain, thinking I would use that night against her.
Thinking I cared more about a kiss she did not know the meaning of than the fact someone had stolen our chance to know each other.
“I know,” I said.
Her breath caught.
“What?”
“I know.”
She stared at me.
The rain thickened between us, silver lines cutting through the dark.
“You knew?”
“I saw enough.”
Her face twisted. “And you never said anything?”
“What was I supposed to say?” My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. “Don’t kiss him because I have been half in love with you since before I had the words for it? Don’t dance with him because my wolf wants to tear his throat out? Don’t let anyone touch you because I cannot survive wanting you from two steps away?”
Her mouth par
