"What?"
"I know what you are thinking." Killian traced the seams of her lower lip. "That mates are supposed to make each other happy. But I assure you that's just the theory; I had no interest in making her suffer or in seeing her in pain. It felt just so wrong, but she never stopped."
"You were not happy with her at all, were you?" she guessed.
"No, I wasn't," he admitted.
Inez frowned. "But you were true mates; how could you not be happy with her when you were destined to be with her?"
"And that is why Fenric always says that I took all the sanity and the light while Lyra was left with nothing but insanity and darkness. After all, mates complement each other, he blamed me for who she was when she grew up," Killian explained.
"You mean—"
"I never laid a finger on her."
Inez's brows drew even further in confusion. "But my sister said that she was badly bruised."
"She was. She always was."
"Killian, I am afraid I do not understand what you are trying to say."