"I'm sorry," Elijah looked mortified as he was seeing us out.
"Don't, I should've thought about triggers," she said.
Elijah nodded.
So I was a trigger inside but I might as well be transparent right now between those two.
I took a few steps away from them, then a few more away from the house. My brother's voice kept ringing in my head.
'His mother and his brother are worried sick'
"Damn it, Li,"
'His mother and his brother are worried sick'
Who the hell were you talking about back then… Liam Johnson?
Or me?
Because the woman I saw inside that house could not have been the mother Li was telling Monica about.
When his wolf whined… when he shifted into his human form right next to me…
Did he know who I was?
Did he fricking leave me under that body's mercy while I was in that state?!
The picture-perfect family photo that was in my head, the one that had been shredding silently ever since that day I kicked Mark's ass in front of my garage… That picture…
