I stand opposite Lachlan, having finished defending my grandfather. Telling him the truth. He is standing, chewing his lower lip, looking deep in thought. I glanced at Tate, still sitting on the floor, leaning on the building, taking in everything I had said. He nods at me. Before he looks away.
‘Tate?’ I mindlink.
‘Not now Violet.’ He responds.
‘I am sorry.’ I whispered through the link.
He nods again, before dropping his head to his hands. What have I done?
“Right, what makes you so sure that is the truth?” Lachlan's voice is suddenly booming. “He could be telling you things to make you feel sorry for him. Seems it worked, with you suddenly running around after him, willing to ruin your matebond for him.”
I shake my head at him. Did he really think I was willing to ruin things
