Hope POV

As soon as I finished training with the recruits, I felt Dylan holding me by the arm, somewhat forcefully.

"We need to talk." His tone of voice was meant to leave no room for contradiction.

"Dylan, if this happened a month ago, what do you think would have happened?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to send you to the infirmary, and the gods know I don't want to reject you," I spoke low, a whisper, but I know he can hear, surely he realized the difficulty I was having controlling myself. "Yes, we need to...