Luce began to pace, and he felt naked before her, for giving up this secret. He would much rather have buried it deep, and forgotten about it. Hurting Zee had shown him that this was no longer an option. He struggled with the reminder that Luce’s words weren't law but she could still do damage with this. He still needed her help.
She called what was wrong with him an illness, and he thought of it more of a devil in the back of his mind. A reminder of the violence he was capable of, and had committed on numerous occasions. Her idea was… appalling, when she presented it to him, and he was immediately against it. He got quickly to his feet, not to show her his full height, but as through he could flee what she was saying to him. “Lad-” no he didn’t have to treat her as a better. It would be wiser to show steel, to nip this in the bud. “No” he said with force. “No.” he emphasised.
“I will not participate in this foolish group, I will not tell my secrets to the pack. I told them to you because I believed I could trust you. I am hesitant even to take herbs of sleep, less they dull my nerve or keep me from waking if Deathbelle or the pack needed me. This.. this was a mistake.” he growled. He was still on his feet, and he turned, fighting with the desire to go and the need to be polite to the Klein. Damn his ingrown habits, the custom of waiting until he was dismissed. He was at war with himself constantly, because of what Deathbelle had done to him, granting him this rank.
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