didn’t blank out like that for no reason. She had something on her mind. Probably whatever had caused her to mention that she didn’t usually spend so much time with her brothers.
I dropped my hand and studied her.
“We all have our secrets, Michelle.”
The disbelief that crossed her features as she looked back at me spurred me on.
“I want to show you something,” I said. “My secret.” I stepped back.
From downstairs, I heard Jim say, “Idiot! She’s not ready.”
He could stuff it. I wasn’t going to fully shift in front of her. I wasn’t stupid. Holding out my arm, I took a slow breath.
“But I don’t want it to freak you out. I just want you to see that you can share your secrets with me. I want you to be happy here.”
She continued to look doubtful, but focused on my arm. Carefully, I started the change. My bones began to ache, and my stomach churned. I pulled back and focused just on my arm. The tingle in my skin. The warmth of fur covering my exposed flesh. Slowly, brown fur grew.
She made a small noise, and her gaze flew to mine.
“You can make your hair grow?”
That she was still talking to me gave me hope.
“Sort of,” I said, lowering my arm. “There’s more.”
I smiled wide, showing her my canines.
Doubt changed to horror. She screamed and drew back her arm.
Shit. Not how I’d hoped she would react.
Instead of chucking the glass she still held at my head, she caught me off guard with a knee to the balls.
Time stopped. I lost the ability to breathe. Thought beyond the exploding pain radiating from my groin to my gut was impossible. As I dropped to the floor, the love of my life, the woman who’d just unmanned me, let go of the glass she still held. It hit me in the temple and shattered. I barely felt the glass that cut my cheek.
I groaned then coughed, absolutely certain my testicles were lodged somewhere in my esophagus.
She ran for the door. The sound of her steps motivated me. She was leaving. She couldn’t leave. Not like this.
Struggling to my feet, I pressed a gentle hand between my legs and listened to her make it to the second landing. I forced myself to shuffle forward.
Each second eased some of the pain and cleared my head. I had to get to her.
She reached the bottom by the time I made it to the door.
“Michelle, it’s okay,” I heard Jim say. “We can explain.”
I hobbled to the second landing and saw Michelle skirting around him. Jim looked up at me as she moved toward Winifred’s place.
Michelle touched the door, pushing it open to reveal Winifred.
“Michelle, let’s talk in the hallway,” Winifred said calmly.
Michelle’s pulse was jackrabbit fast by the time I reached the landing. Yes, I was still hurting, but her complete terror hurt me more.
Unable to help myself, I wrapped my hands around her arms and pulled her back against my chest. Winifred closed the door before her brothers saw anything.
“Please,” I said softly, unable to hide my desperation. “Let me explain.”
I leaned in and buried my face in her hair like I’d wanted to do just a few minutes ago. She froze as I inhaled.
Her scent changed, and I followed it to the sweet spot just below her ear. She wanted me as much as she wanted to run from me. She made a small sound that broke me. She was crying.
“Shh,” I said, running a hand down one arm. “You’re still safe. I promise.”
She drove a sharp elbow into my ribs. I grunted but didn’t let go.
“Please,” I whispered. Tilting my head closer, I brushed my lips against the lower part of her neck.
She stopped struggling and shivered in my arms. I trailed my nose around the shell of her ear, breathing her in.
“I’ll take every knee, elbow, or fist you throw at me because it means you’re still here, and I still have a chance to explain.”
Just when I thought I might be reaching her, she made a choked noise, crying harder as she shook in my arms.
“No,” I said desperately as I turned her to face me.
Her red eyes brimmed with tears as she reached up to brace her hands against my chest. The feel of her fingers against my shirt made me burn for more.
Taking her face between my hands, I touched my forehead against hers.
“Please,” I whispered. “Give me a chance. Give me time. I’m different, but nothing to fear.”