I worried the inside of my cheek before speaking. “I’m not scared of you. Not like that.” It was stupid of me to share the information. To even give him that piece. Because it would only lead to more questions. Things I couldn’t or wouldn’t answer. But I couldn’t stand the idea of Shep thinking I was frightened of him. Shep’s eyes flashed, and then one corner of his mouth kicked up. “Maybe I’m scared of the beast.” Moose let out a deep meow as if saying, “Damn straight.” “That’s fair. He is slightly terrifying,” I admitted.
