Ward is pacing again like a caged animal. I want to reach for him, but I’m afraid it will only make it worse.
“I have never smelled him. How did I not know? I thought he was human!” Ward snarls. I offer him my hands, palms up in a placating gesture. I’ve moved to the center of the bed, my legs crossed, skirts hiked up about my hips so I can watch him pace more easily.
“Ward, he’s Fae. If he didn’t want you to know, I presume that’s why you didn’t.” I murmur soothingly. He shows me his teeth, sharp canines flashing. It’s not a threatening gesture towards me, he’s just showing his frustration and helplessness.
“That is not comforting, Kennice. It just means I am not capable of caring for you as I once believed.” He grinds out. I let my hands drop to my lap to pick at my skirt
