Sati/Nefretiri
Ivan knew something was up the second he came downstairs with Leviathan.
I saw it in his eyes. It wasn't disappointment, which would've been more acceptable. No, what I saw was hurt in the ocean of his irises, and I had to accept it. What I'd done had to be done. Jushion wouldn't have stopped, and Ivan would've been imprisoned for killing the angel, but it meant going behind his back. That was something none of us approved of.
It didn't make it easier to face.
"Your arm," He pointed at my arm where Jushion had grabbed me.
"Yeah," I looked at it, seeing how it was already bruising. "It's fine. It'll heal."
"You're keeping things from me," it wasn't an accusation, but it didn't need to be. I was, and I had my reasons, but as my mate, that wouldn't be enough.
"If you were me, would you tell me everything?" I countered, knowing I was playing with fire.
