One eyebrow lifted. “And?”
“And I want the truth. Don’t you think I deserve to know?”
One corner of his mouth quirked upwards. “So you want to know if and when I’m going to flip out and beat the snot out of you or r**e you or something?”
“William-”
”No, that’s it. Maybe I should tell you all the things that piss me off so you don’t mess around and do one of them that will get you a beating.”
I grabbed his arm. “Stop it, William,” I said, giving him a shake. “That’s just stupid. And you know it.” I let him go. “I just want the truth. That’s it. How hard is it to give me that much?” Gently, I took his hand in mine. “William, please.”
He wouldn’t meet my gaze. “I lied,” he said, quietly. “I did hit her. Only once, but that doesn’t make it right or better.”
“Why did you?”
“She prov
