-Damian-
I didn’t blame her for asking such a question. Had the roles been reversed, I certainly would have wanted to know. While I wished I could tell her how much I wanted her, the familiar guilt in my heart held me back.
“I knew it,” she whispered before removing my hand and sitting up.
“Isabella—”
“Don’t worry. I’m not shocked. Not even sad. My own father walked out on my mother because she was just ‘holding him back’. When he learned about me after my mother died, he wanted nothing to do with me. A half-blood is worth less than a human. So why would you have wanted me? Why would you want me when you’ve tasted a full-blood? So, yeah, I’m not shocked,” she said, turning to look at me as she spoke the last words.
The pain in her eyes felt like a punch to the gut. How could anyone n
