“You’re my heaven, Skye,” he murmured. “Even if being with me feels like hell.”
I blinked. That wasn’t what I was expecting. Not from him. Not from Damian, who had spent years acting like I was invisible. Like I was nothing.
But the way he said it—like he believed it, like it hurt him to even say it—made something inside me crack.
“You don’t get to say things like that,” I said hoarsely, stepping back. My hand trembled at my side. “You don’t get to kiss me and talk like you suddenly care.”
“I didn’t suddenly care,” he said. “I’ve been trying not to.”
I stared at him, stunned.
He raked a hand through his dark hair, frustration leaking into his voice. “You drive me insane, Skye. Always have. You were always... more. Even when the rest of the pack pretended you weren’t there, I couldn’t
