***Zane***
“Why did you hide your stutter from me?” She asks, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek.
I flinch away, my entire world collapsing in on me.
Quick! Play dead, Grayson snickers, his stupid comment making me even more nervous.
Unable to face my mate, I turn around on my side to hide my shame from her, pulling the covers over my head. For a long time, the only sound I hear is the pounding of my heart against my ears, drumming louder with every passing second.
“Zane?” Talia whispers, tentatively placing her hand on the covers. “Zane, please look at me. You don’t have to hide from me.”
The fear gripping my heart, however, makes it hard for me to face her. I know better than to speak. My father spent years reminding me just how worthless my words were and he trained me to
