The air between us tensed.
He laid there—Alpha Dawn—his expression unreadable, his voice low and calm as if what he had just confessed wasn't enough to shatter the little balance I had left.
"I can explain," he said, he inched closer to me.
I hopped off the bed immediately, my bare feet hitting the cold marble floor. "Don't," I whispered, my throat tight. "Don't you dare come closer."
He stopped, hands raised slightly as if to show he meant no harm, though his eyes… his eyes were sharp and stormy, filled with something darker than guilt. He got on his feet, watching me in the dark.
"Bambi—"
"Why?" My voice cracked. "Why would you manipulate my memory and put something false there? Why would you make me believe something that never happened?"
He inhaled deeply, the muscle in his jaw flexing. "I was protecting you."
I laughed—a shaky, broken sound that didn't even sound like me. "Protecting me?" I repeated, my voice trembling. "From what, Alpha? From the truth?"
