I bit the inside of my cheek again. It was really starting to feel raw inside of my mouth. “I was at a party but that has nothing to do with this.”
He smirked and his entire face changed. It reminded me of Rafe for a moment. “I can see it now, the innocent girl going to the party expecting nothing to happen to her.”
I frowned. “That wasn’t how it was at all.”
“No? So you expected the bad boys to not prey on you? You smell innocent. You smell good. You have ever since they threw you in here and you expected no one to harm you?”
I blinked. “That’s not it…”
“Then tell me how it is,”
And as he sat there across from me, I realized something that I hadn’t thought of before. “I was very naive I suppose.”
The smirk fell from his face. “Aren’t we all, love? At one point we trust too easily and that’s how we get hurt.” He sighed and leaned back. “That just doesn’t sound like Rafe, okay?”
Lucas wasn’t the first one that had said that. I had heard it around the pack, I had seen the look on his mother’s face. I had even talked to his little brother.
All I could manage was a nod. Who was the real Rafe? What was I missing? Up until I had been taken, I had seen little bits but not enough to actually knowwhohe was behind the snark and dark looks.
