I stared at Leo, my heart hammering against my ribcage.
“I asked you first,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Leo’s lips twitched into what might have been a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He turned away from me, running a hand through his dark hair.
“Always deflecting,” he muttered.
“I’m not deflecting,” I insisted. “I just need to know where you stand.”
Leo paced the small confines of the cell, his movements reminding me of a caged wolf. When he finally spoke, his voice was tight with restrained emotion.
“Where I stand?” He let out a bitter laugh. “I stand nowhere, Hazel. I’m a rogue with a faded mate mark and feelings for a woman who already has three mates.”
I flinched at his harsh tone.
“Is that all I am to you?” I asked softly. “Just Helena’s replacement?”
Leo’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with anger. “Is that what you think? After everything?”
