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He didn’t lose control. Not like this. Not over anything.
Anything, except Karta.
With her, his control was always on the edge, always a thin glass pane, splintering and cracking bit by bit, waiting to break at the slightest vibration.
He seethed in a breath and then turned to her, shaking the shock from his arm.
“Why do ye not just send the cad out on his arse?”
“It’s not that easy.”
“No? You owe him something?”
Her head shook, her mouth clamping shut.
Dammit.
He’d had enough.
Whatever the reason that caused her to push him away, to run from him again and again, he needed to know. Now. Before her need to remove herself from him set her into a situation with George that would irrevocably hurt her.
He attempted to set the tone of his voice even with only marginal success. “And why did ye need to escape from me?”
Her eyes went wide. “I don’t really want to escape from you, Dom. Don’t think that.”
“Yet you did. Why?”
Her lips pursed. “It is more that I didn’t want to face you, not today. Not alone.”
“Why not?”
Her head went down, her fingers twisting together in front of her belly. “I’ve been avoiding it since you brought me into the abbey and I was hoping for just another day—one more day, especially because it’s Christmas. I was going to grab a new dress and be bright and cheery and take everything I could from this day with you. I just needed this one day.”
“A day for what?”
Her head lifted and her golden brown eyes pinned him. “A day before I told you the truth.”
{ Chapter 13 }
He reeled slightly backward. Not enough to force a step. But he reeled.
Almost unperceivable. But she saw it. She saw everything about him. She always had.
And Domnall didn’t reel. He didn’t sway. He was a block of granite that time and rain and ice could not touch.
Exactly why she didn’t want to have to do this. Tell him.
He didn’t take a moment to clear his throat, just barreled forward, his blue eyes piercing her. “Whatever it is, whatever truth you’ve been keeping from me, Karta, ye need to tell me. Now.”
Her eyes closed, her breath shaking into her chest as she tried to manifest strength she didn’t think she had.
Her eyelids cracked, her look steady on him. “When I told you I was different now, Dom, it is about who—about what I’ve become. About the things that happened with my husband.”
“Ye told me he didn’t hurt you, Karta.” His feet stopped, rage quaking deep in his words.
Her hand flew up between them. “No. He didn’t. Not intentionally.”
He took another step toward her, moving within arm’s length. “Then why do I see shame in your eyes? You’re fighting something. Hiding something.”
