“Then, why-?”

I stare at him, not knowing what to say to him. I shake my head, “I don’t want to be around you. I’m a Panther, right? You don’t want me. That’s fine by me. I don’t want you either. You have done nothing but hurt me from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He staggers under my words, “Thea if you would just-”

“You have a traumatic past with my kind, right?” My hands are twisting against each other, my skin clammy, as new emotions hurtle themselves against ...