Chapter 82

• Emma
• I know my mate doesn’t deserve my anger; he hasn’t done anything wrong, and yet the words tumble out before I can stop them. Crushing. Heavy. Cutting. I’m embarrassed by them, but now my feelings are out in the, and I can’t take them back. Ugh, Draven probably thinks I’m an idiot for feeling how I feel. In his eyes I’m probably a nuisance too. Weak. Stupid and...why am I crying? That will only make me seem even weaker!
• I wipe my eyes angrily. “I’m so tired of being fragile. Of being the one who needs protecting.”