“I’m sorry,” I said. She blinked and sat back. “For what I said to you earlier,” I clarified, “but mostly for what happened between us all those years ago. I was already getting dragged into my dad’s shit, and I figured it was better people thought you were just another obsessed moll than someone important to me.” Her brows creased, large eyes lambent in the soft light. “Wait, are you saying I was in danger?” I held her gaze and nodded.
