Chapter 37

AUBREY'S POV I couldn't stop staring. Even as Knox casually shrugged into a black silk robe, my eyes betrayed me, following the play of muscle beneath his skin. The material clung to his still-damp body in ways that didn't help my composure. His expression remained dark, a stark reminder of my earlier resistance to moving in. The guilt of that, combined with exhaustion and the lingering unease from Jax's visit, loosened my tongue. "I'm sorry," I said softly, the words surprising us both. "About earlier. I've been... the dreams about my pack's massacre keep getting worse. I'm not myself." Something in Knox's face softened, the tension in his shoulders easing. "You could have told me." "I know." But did I? Could I really tell him anything when every truth between us was wrapped in lies? He studied me for a moment longer before gesturing toward the interior of his suite. "Would you like a tour?" I nodded, grateful for the change in subject. Following him into the main living area, I stopp