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“A good one.” He shakes his head. “No. Better than I’m capable of, but I’ll never stop trying. Maybe I’ll get there one day.”
Cian is making it easy to want to forgive him. Far too easy.
“Forgive me.” He holds his hand out to me, palm side up, and waits.
I consider his apology, the seriousness of his expression, and I tilt my chin up, making my voice firm. “No more lies.”
Is it dangerous to make demands on alphas after Lawrence’s abuse? Probably. Am I likely to regret this? Most likely. But does something inside me compel me to do it anyway?
Yes.
Maybe Lawrence didn’t stamp out all traces of Everleigh Jackson after all.
“No more lies.” There’s an ocean of promise swimming in his dark green gaze. Enough to last an eternity.
Enough to convince me he means it.
I touch my palm to his. He lifts my hand, turns it, and drags my knuckles across his lips like a knight of old.
My breath catches as his eyes hook mine. A current of electric energy runs through my entire body at that lingering caress, and I wish he would do it again.
Ignoring the sensation, I listen to my instincts and frown instead. “But I still feel like you’re… I don’t know, keeping something from me.”
“Anything I keep from you would be because I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Another lie.” I almost pull my hand from his.
As if he heard my silent wish, he kisses my knuckles again and releases me. “Something you might not want to hear. At least, not yet.” His eyes sweep over my face. “But you’re not stupid. I’m sure you could guess what it is. Or you can ask. I’ll tell you.”
He smells good to me, and he was sniffing my hair. I’m sure of it. The only reason he would do that is if he liked the way I smelled as much as I like the way he smells.
Which would make us scent matches. Is that the thing he’s keeping from me? And if it is, why would he think it would hurt me?
If I ask him and he confirms it, then what? Do I stay?
I would have to stay, wouldn’t I?
No alpha would let his scent match go, and my attraction to Kylian’s and Rune’s scents is just as strong, so it means they wouldn’t let me go. Right?
So I don’t ask. I tease around the question I’m afraid to know the answer to. “And you’re sure I just smell all right to you?”
Because you smell amazing to me.
“You don’t stink, if that’s what you’re asking. Is it?” His expression is impossible to read.
If he were my scent match, surely he would tell me? And then he’d force me to stay in this house because that’s what alphas do. They keep what belongs to them.Especiallyif that thing happens to be an omega.
I shake my head. “No. That’s not what I’m asking.”
“Or are you sayingIsmell?” he asks, lifting a brow.
“As bad as that meal we made,” I quip. “Terrible. Really awful. I don’t know how I’ve been able to dance with you all this time. It’s that bad.”
Nodding, he steps toward me, his expression thoughtful as a smile lurks in his gaze. “Have you been suffering all this time?”
I tilt my head up. “I have.”
It hits me again. Della is alive. I don’t know where she is or even if I can trust her, but somewhere out there in the world, my little sister is still breathing. My fingers tighten on him as I desperately search his eyes for signs he isn’t messing with my heart. “You weren’t lying about Della, were you?”
