| Victoria |
“I don't believe you.”
There it was again. Preston's trust in me was still too damaged.
“What can I do?” I asked in desperation. “Tell me what to do, and I'll do it.”
“I don't know.” He twisted away from me, a look of absolute conflict on his face. “I don't know!”
I was so confused. Preston had been holding me like he couldn't imagine ever letting me go, but his words showed his distrust of me still.
I didn't know how to help him- it was like he wanted to hate me but didn't.
He swung his body away from me. “Fight for me. Beg me,” his voice went quiet, “make me…”
I stilled. Did he really want that? Would he just resent me if I just marked him? Or would it free him of his uncertainty?
“What do I do?” I pleaded for answers from my wolf.
She was quiet, as full of anguish
