CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN
Lucas
Sarah looks at me with an expectant look on her face, and I’m just not sure what I should say. The kiss still bothers me. It hurts me. As her mate, I have reason to be upset.
The guilt still haunts me though. It reminds me of how I hurt her. It whispers that I deserve this. I know that I deserve this.
“It’s nothing,” I insist.
“Lucas, please open up to me,” she says. She takes my hand in hers and looks at me with those eyes I never can resist.
“I saw you and Azar last night,” I confess. “I saw the kiss.”
Sarah looks at me with shock and guilt written upon her face. I hate that. It’s proof that what I saw was true. They did kiss. She betrayed me.
“I know I betrayed you horribly,” I continue. “So, I understand that I deserve that. But it still hurts, Sarah.
“I thought we had moved past all of that. I thought we were solid. I thought we weren’t ever going to let anyone get between us again. But I guess I was wrong.”