She could understand that. Could see why Nik would be hurt. And it made her ache all the more, for having hurt him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. That she had believed a stranger over him. Over someone she'd known for months now.
"You're too understanding," Elena advised, looking up at him. How could he forgive her so readily? She really wasn't hungry, but, rather than start another fight, Elena let him urge her up, her hand finding his.