Sofia's POV
His words hung heavy in the air. "That's what you really want?"
I forced my chin higher, even as my insides twisted painfully. "Yes," I said flatly, my throat tight. "That's what I want."
The lie stung. My wolf whimpered inside me, calling me a coward, but I couldn't let Damien see it. I couldn't let him think he still had that power over me… until I know the truth about Rebecca's death, I have to stay away from him.
Damien's jaw tightened, the muscle there flexing as his hands curled into fists at his sides. He looked as if he wanted to break something—anything—but instead, he just stood there, staring at me with those burning eyes filled with so much pain.
"I don't believe you," he said finally, his voice low, rough, almost trembling. "You love me, Sofia. You always have. You can spit your nonsense, you can push me away, but I know what's inside you."
