"Hypocrite?" His voice sounded hurt.
"Yes, you are only willing to look past the Fae because of Ember right? You are willing to let go of whatever hatred you have towards her kind. And that is why you have been protective of me even in front of your pack." My chest tightened with bitterness.
His throat bobbed up and down. "You know what you are right, I was once blinded by my hatred towards the Fae that I had to reject my mate. I turned my back on her… but I didn't decide to accept the Fae because of my guilt. But because of the love I have for her."
My lips parted, then, they stretched into a bigger smile. "That doesn't mean you don't hate them. You only learn to accept them because of your love… but did you even try to see things from the Fae's perspective? The war… it wasn't just you and your kind that lost people, we Fae lost our princess too."
"Stop," he growled, his chest tightening. "You would never understand the disaster your princess caused us."
