200 Reasons to Never Look Back
I remembered—crystal clear—the day he had once warned me, "Home? This will never be your home. Don't be stupid. My pack and villa have nothing to do with you."
After that, I stopped using the word "home".
"Ryan, I'm not that naive. You never loved me."
His face paled. "That's not true. I didn't realize it before, but I do now. I'll love you properly this time. I'll announce us to the world and mark you for real. I've already fallen for you. Come back with me."
I tilted my head, puzzled. "And what does that have to do with me?"
Before Ryan could answer, another voice cut through the air.