Poppy’s POV

The room feels too heavy after my outburst. Like my mates and even the walls themselves are waiting to see what I’ll do next. My stomach is still in knots, heat and shame twisting together so tightly I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

Jake is staring at me like he’s trying to hold ten thoughts in his head at once, and Leo’s hand is still locked around my wrist. Not hurting, but not letting go either.

“You don’t deal with it alone anymore,” Leo says, ...