Chapter 39

“About that. Why is she such a demon at times? I have bruises in odd places from this stroppy little mare when she throws one on me.” Christian sulks. I falter but shove more food in my mouth and try not to let my uneasiness about the topic show.

I know I have always been aggressive; I can’t help it. My body reacts and lashes out before my mind does. The therapist helped me get better and less volatile, but I am aware that I have issues in that department, and it’s not something I am proud of. It’s PTSD at its finest. It also doesn’t help that I grew up beside Leila, and half my violent outbursts are thanks to her.

“She’s fiery, passionate, and a little hellcat at times; best things about her,” Arrick replies huskily. Locking on me intensely as he brings his gaze to mine, complete adoration evident all around and no hint of knowing anything about why I am the way I am, even though he knows. I blush under his intense stare and go back to eating, loving him for always keep