"WHAT?" Her voice was low; disbelief was visible upon her features. How could Marcel left this happen to his only son? What was the purpose of leaving your child to get raped repeatedly by someone you deemed loyal? She felt utterly disgusted. Bitter.
"Don't look at me in that way," Grayson said, but Alison couldn't register his words for her to put them into action; she was just too shocked to do or say anything. Misha had molested her Mate just as she was; the only difference was it happened more than just once for him. For him, it was a living hell every day.
"What?" Alison was utterly speechless, and then she felt a burst of shame.
"Don't look at me like I'm broken." Grayson ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes momentarily as he got a grip on himself. His words cut deep; Alison realised they weren't so different after all. Somehow, there was a bittersweet feeling inside her chest at the thought; they didn't like being weak. To be pitied by anyone.
