Alyson's POV
"What should I feel?" I asked, avoiding looking at him. "You didn't answer my question." I had to know how badly he wanted my blood, and if he had some twisted motives for me to care for him only so that he could use me. Like Jacob had.
He was on a chair next to me, a piece of furniture that looked too small for him. He was leaning towards me, and I could feel his tawny eyes burrowing into me, wanting me to look back towards him. He reached out one of his large hands and touched my arm, pleading for me to look at him.
"Are you going to answer?" I asked.
"On that day I found you. I thought you were dead, but when I saw you move, it was as if my hopes came alive too. I couldn't believe that you'd survived, like me. Against some te
