Lucian froze. He looked away, his jaw tightening, and then gave a short, dry laugh that didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm sorry I asked that. You don't need to answer it. I—" I rushed out, sensing his uneasiness but he waved it off.
"It's fine."
"Yeah," he answered my question finally, his voice rough. "He's just as aggressive indoors. Even worse, sometimes."
He chuckled again, but the sound was nervous.
Of course Alpha Malachi was.
What did I even expect?
His tongue darted across his lips before his gaze returned to me. I could tell he was thinking of what exactly to say.
"How do you feel?" he asked suddenly.
My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. "I… I feel sorry for you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even brought it up."
Lucian shook his head and laughed. "Don't apologize." He leaned back, as though trying to shake it off. "But my question was more for you though. How are you feeling now?"
