“I’m sorry I overreacted…I’m sorry for saying something like that.”
“You didn’t overreact, I’m always the one pushing my nose where it doesn’t belong. I deserved it.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Then what else do you expect me to say? Have I not done enough, Quinn? My f*cking mark is on your neck and yet you still refuse to acknowledge me as your mate. What else must I do?”
“Nothing…” Quinn breathed. “I know you’re my mate, I know that…I’m sure of it.”
“Then why is it that those words of disownment are always what you use to hurt me?”
“I know…and I’m sorry.” Her hand reached for his that was clenched by his side, hanging on to it. “I didn’t mean it, It was the first thing that came to my mind…the only words I knew would hurt you.”
“So you wanted to hurt me? Why Quinn? I’ve never thoug
