“You’ve healed,” she whispered. Her voice was rough and her throat ached from her screams. “Your wounds are gone. That…that is impossible.”“Not for me,” he grated.Her eyes narrowed. “What
you?”He dropped his head.
Why now? Why did it have to happen this way?
He cursed, damningFate for the tricks she played. He hadn’t wanted it to happen this way. He wanted them to taketheir time, to get to know one another before he shared his secret with her. Now he was cornered.He had to tell her or―no. He would not erase her memory; he could not disrespect her that way.He would not take the coward’s way out. He had to tell her.His heart clenched. What if she rejected him? What if she hated him? What if he repulsedher? She was his mate, but that was no guarantee that she would understand, that she would staywith him or that she would love him.“What are you?” she demanded again, her voice shaking.Her thoughts screamed at him
. Vampire. Vampire. Vampire!
He forced his gift aside,shoving it back into the darkness of his mind.“I think you already know,” he said before pulling his shirt closed.