Not dramatic.
Not loud.
But devastating in a way that hit harder.
“You’re going to be okay,” I added quickly, because I wasn’t going to let her sink into that, not here, not now. “I took the belladonna out of your system. You’re healed. You’re not dying.”
My voice sharpened before I could stop it, something protective pushing through.
“And you don’t deserve that scumbag as a mate,” I added, firmer now, not letting her question that for a second. “Not someone who looks at you like that and chooses to break you instead of protect you. Better this way, Lena. Do you hear me? You’re more than that. You’re not something disposable he gets to throw away.”
Her eyes snapped back to mine.
Confusion.
Sharp.
But something else too.
Something fragile.
Something that wanted to believe me but
