"... I thought it was just the usual Wolfe territorialism." I paused, looking him dead in the eye, refusing to blink. "But I finally figured it out."
"Figured out what?"
I drew a long, steady breath, feeling the words gather in my throat like stones. "It's because you're a piece of shit, Cassian."
Cassian went deathly still. It was as if I'd reached out and physically struck him. His hand dropped from my wrist as if the contact had suddenly become toxic. He stared at me, his face a mask of shock, but I didn't stop. The dam had broken, and weeks of humiliation, fear, and hidden affection were pouring out in a flood of hot, sharp, unstoppable truth.
