Chapter 22

“Does it matter?” Waylon asked.

“It does to me.” Taking a sip of my beer, I continued. “I made the mistake of thinking you would protect me. Then, because of the mate bond, I starting thinking you would finally be the one to save me. My heart was hoping so but I was foolish. I should have just ran away again.”

“He would have still found you and then when he was ready, he would have brought you in. Face it, you were on borrowed time.” Waylon muttered.

“Sometimes ignorance is bliss. At least I was happy. Even if it was a fake happiness.”

“Why are you so hell bent that you don’t get a happily ever after? Why can’t you just let me help you, if not to just give you a chance at freedom?” Waylon leaned forward and studied me.

“And be in your debt? To watch my mate refuse to reject me so I will have to feel him betray me for the rest of my life?”

“I won’t be betraying you if you accept me.” Waylon leaned back against his chair and finished off his beer before tossing the empty can in