Gideon
I hated how hurt Wanda had looked at me. But I had to do it.
When my father had shown up in my office today, I had felt the threat that came from him again. I had forgotten for the last few months why I couldn't have a mate. But now, after seeing my father again, Abby's lifeless eyes were burned into my mind.
He had bombarded me with questions for almost an hour and threatened to kill Wanda if she "softened" me up.
I had to push her away, even though I didn't know how to live with her hate.
But that way Wanda would live.
I had given her two days to cool off. But I also needed two days to get the image of Wanda s dead body out of my head. Even though all I wanted to do was protect her and hold her in my arms, I needed that distance from her to make her hate me.
It was pure to
