Michael Reese.
“A Fire Qilin,” I repeated, carefully studying Hayden, who curtly nodded.
“I’m sorry,” he said, slowly letting go of my hand. “I would’ve put up a fight have I not been in a shitty place. Though that vampire had me on some drug paralytic, I could’ve forcefully shifted into my wolf and stopped him. . . But, for what I put you through, I figured it was a fair punishment.”
My chest tightened, realizing that I was the reason for what Edward put him through. He could’ve died from this, for I knew how risky such experiments could be. Hayden could’ve died, for real, and it would’ve been my fault.
“. . . Which is why I didn’t want us to mate. We’re not certain how it’d affect you, and I’d rather go through that over and over again than to watch you suffer.”
“Hayden,” I called
