“You might be right about me being oblivious, but it wasn’t my choice! Do you think I wanted to be kept in the dark and manipulated?” I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the tears that burned my eyes. “All my life, everything I do has been dictated by my father. I followed Andro around because I trusted him more than myself. But now they’re not here to tell me what to do… but I’m still not free. Do you think I wanted to live that way?”
It was my first time lashing out at someone. The mate bond tugged on my emotions, guiding them toward him. I knew he felt them when he paused, reading my expression.
“I haven’t even marked you yet and you’re already throwing your useless emotions at me,” he said, jaw clenching. “You’re weak. I’ve seen kids with better control than you.”
“I’m sorry if I’m not an expert at this whole mate bond thing. If you protected your first mate better, maybe you wouldn't have to deal with a novice like me!”
Desmond’s eyebrows collided, clearly riled up at my remark. I was too pissed at him to take back what I said. I knew it was a topic I shouldn’t have touched, but he started it.