When we’d eaten and Cain released me from his lap, Stellan lingered as I headed toward the door. “Can we talk?” he asked. “I don't want to,” I answered. He'd hurt me, and as much as it was in my nature to forgive Stellan—because of all the history we shared, because of how strong my feelings were for him. I was not doing it this time. Not this morning at least. Let him suffer. Let him grovel. I was pretty sure Stellan had never groveled in his life, and the man needed to get some experience.
