I stared at Rhys, momentarily stunned by his words. Beautiful? My fiery, witch-green eyes that had always terrified others—beautiful?
"You're lying," I finally managed, stepping back until I felt the cold pillar against my spine again. "Orion always said my powers were dangerous, uncontrollable. That I needed to hide them."
Something dark flashed across Rhys's face. "Orion said that to you?"
The intensity in his voice made me realize I'd revealed too much. Quickly, I tried to backtrack. "He was just being protective. The Storm Crest Pack has accepted me, but even they have limits."
"Bullshit," Rhys growled, advancing toward me. "He made you feel horrible about yourself, didn't he? About your powers?"
"And you didn't?" I shot back, finally finding my footing.
