Esme POV
My stomach is rolling as I watch the anger and confusion on Chris's handsome face. I can't stop myself from speaking when he again calls me his mate. "I know you can scent what I am Chris." "Of course, I can, you are my mate" he says like it's the most natural statement in the world. "Chris, I'm a witch. I know you scented that before I hid it again." This time his face looks more hurt than angry. "You knew what I was to you and you kept it hidden from me. Were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to leave without a word," Chris asks and my heart squeezes in my chest. "I was trying to protect you from disappointment." "Bullsh*t" he says and I feel like he just slapped me in the face. Hugo growls and I put my hand on his arm. Chris looks at my hand touching Hugo a
