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“Poison?” Wilde echoes, and thankfully, the anger he should be feeling is there. “What happened?”
“I went to his cabin to find evidence of his wrongdoings. He came out, wearing next to nothing, and … and … he messed with my head.”
“How?”
“With poison.”
Wilde’s eyebrows tighten together. “What kind of poison? Did you eat it?”
“No.”
“Drink it?”
“No.”
“Then …” He throws his hands up. “I’m not following.”
“It was in his words. They got into my head. Messed with my senses. I couldn’t control myself! Do you know how much power that would take?”
The concern leaves his face. “Control yourself how? Did you hurt him?”
“No!” I’m getting really fucking over people thinking that’s all I’m capable of. Yes, I will take out anyone who poses a threat, but here? In Wilde’s End? My entire purpose is to protect my pack. “I … I …”
Heat flushes my face as I think of how I lost it last night. I’m so damn ashamed that I couldn’t keep it together, that Sasha made me forget everything I’ve ever been focused on. And I hate that just for one second, I actually enjoyed letting go.
“Wait …” Wilde breathes, taking a step back. “No. There’s no way.” He laughs. “No. When you say … couldn’t control yourself … tell me you didn’t sleep with him.”
“I didn’t.”
He lets out a long exhale.
“But he made me want to,” I get out through my teeth.
Wilde runs a hand over his face, like he suddenly has no idea where he is.
“Now do you see the problem?” I’m not someone who actively wants sex, but I’m a slave to my biology, just like all other creatures on Earth.
“I never do with you …” He grunts. “You think he did some kind of foo-foo magic over you to make you want to sleep with him.”
“Exactly.”
“Fuck me.” He throws up his hands. “I’m out.”
“Out? You can’t be out.”
“I’m definitely out. He’s your problem. And I never, ever want to discuss you having sex again.”
Doesn’t he get that’s the point? I never, ever want to discuss or think about or have sex again. I’m better than that. I can keep myself under goddamn control.
Wilde climbs back into the truck, but before he can start it, I jump up onto the hood.
“Either take him with you … or I’m gone.”
There’s a pause before Wilde sticks his head out of the window. “Gone where?”
“Away.”
Another pause. “You’re bluffing.”
