“Yes, I do. You don’t get it.” My gaze flies to his face, and I know there’s hurt in my eyes, and I wish there wasn’t. I wish I was unrepentant and bold and I didn’t give a shit, but I can’t help it. I care. More than I should. “You can live a few yards away and never really notice I exist, but you’re the alpha. We all know you backwards and forwards. We have to for our survival. And no, you wouldn’t have given me an escort to go to the farmer’s market. You wouldn’t have let a fighter miss training. Never.” “Yeah? You can read my mind?” “Yeah. I can.” I hike my chin.
