"You really think the worst of us, don't you?" I muttered.
"Bastian said—"
"Fuck Bastian," I said vehemently, despising the sound of his name on her tongue. It was a touchy subject. I really didn't like knowing he'd been around her long enough to put his hands on her while I was away.
When we asked her about it, all she said was that he cornered her in the library. Clearly, the bruises on her neck spoke volumes of how exactly he cornered her. We knew there was more she wasn't saying, like why the hell the bond had gone dead for the better part of two hours.
But we didn't want to push her. We hadn't always been forthcoming with her. It was why Maisie still found it easier to keep things to herself than say whatever was bugging her. We had to give her time, however long she needed to learn to trust us again.
Those had been Juliette's words while she scolded us for half an hour about boundaries and learning how to respect Maisie's boundaries.
Bullshit.
