Francesca felt a pang of guilt which was more uncomfortable than any of the bruises and cuts she had sustained.
She was in physical pain but being reminded of the fact she was not infallible and that people who had cared for her felt as if she had betrayed them was somehow worse.
“Elizabeth never liked me, Jonas. She tolerated me because of Nathan.”
“That’s not true.”
“And Selene didn’t really like me, either. She followed me because it is in her nature to follow people with more status.”
“That isn’t true, either. You never cared about status, and that is why she was comfortable with you. You made her feel like she was something other than an Omega. She was able to just be herself with you.”
She moved away from Jonas and sank down onto the seat beside him.
He stood up, fetching him
