"Where are you headed though?" Kylo released my hands. "I'll go with you."
"No," I snapped, the word ripping out of my throat before I could stop it.
Kylo's smile faltered. I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes that stabbed me with guilt. I didn't mean to snap at his sincere request like that. Finding my mate had rendered me paranoid.
"You are still upset." He pointed out, a line appearing between his brows.
I tried to act casual. "No, it's not that."
"Isleen?" His voice was soft, laced with concern. "Is it still about Dad? Did he say something else? You never told me what he said to you."
"Isleen?" His voice was soft, laced with concern. "Is it still about Dad? Did he say something else?"
Whatever Gamma Rhett had said to me, none would be news to Kylo.
"No, no, of course not!" I forced a smile, a brittle, unconvincing thing. "He just —talked about me studying the pack's folklores, rules, and laws surrounding mates."
