Deucalion?"
He just stopped on her side of the bed, but didn't face her. At least he'd stopped to listen.
Dropping the towel, she walked around the still messy bed to stand just behind him. Allison pressed her burned hand to the center of his muscular back. "I'm sorry."
"Don't," he said sharply.
"It's who I am. I do something wrong and I apologize. Please let me."
After a couple heartbeats, he half turned toward her. He gave a curt nod.
Letting out a deep breath, she moved around him so that she could face him. She'd been taught to look someone in the eye when apologizing. "I shouldn't have said what I did. You have your reasons for what you do with your pack. And you are their king. I'm an outsider forced upon you for unknown reasons." Reaching out, she took his scarred hand with he
