Ollie’s POV
I freeze, my hand on the doorknob, ready to make my escape like a frightened rabbit about to flee a hungry fox. Yet, something about Wes’s voice, his gentle coaxing, keeps me from opening the door.
It must be his tone. He’s always been the softest, kindest of the brothers. After Sylvia poisoned them against me, he stopped being gentle with me. Now when he speaks to me, he sounds like he’s scolding or patronizing me. He always seems so disappointed in everything I do.
How he’s talking to me right now is nothing like that. He doesn’t know I’m Ollie. He only knows that I’m his mate, and he’s once again speaking as if I’m someone precious and special – someone who is worthy of care, not just criticism.
“I just want to talk,” he says again.
I should walk out this door and disa
