Derek rubbed his face tiredly. Admitting his trust issues wasn't something he did regularly, but the truth of the situation would also likely help keep Samandriel at arm's length.
He took a deep breath, then started to explain, his voice low, but steady. "When I was eighteen, my slave trapped my family in our house and burned it to the ground with everyone inside. My sister and I only survived because we were at school. Does that answer your question?"