But Harlan only stared at me, reading my expression, letting me decide.
"But I.." Callum tried to speak again, but Blaze kept yelling at him.
I had a feeling that even though Harlan would happily die for his brother, he would stand up to him on this if I felt I couldn't do it. But the problem was I didn't know if I could.
I wanted to. I wanted to help these people that have done nothing but support me. But it scared me, terrified me. What if I couldn't handle it? What if I'd lose my mind faster than I was supposed to?
Because that was another thing I was dealing with: the pressure of finding a mate before the next eclipse. The more I turned, the more I would lose my mind.
But this had nothing to do with that.
I looked around the room at Damien's pleading eyes, at Selene's ashamed expression—she looked so sad. Arden seemed worried, and Blaze looked heartbroken and irate. I looked at Elowen, who was just staring at me, waiting for a response.
