His Hurt

Storm POV

I stand looking at Quinn, waiting for him to shift back and speak to me. I hold out the clothes that I brought for him.

"Please, Quinn," I beg, watching as he shifts back. He silently takes the clothes and gets dressed. He doesn't speak. He simply turns and begins to walk towards the palace.

"Quinn, I get I hurt you, but I couldn't say anything," I explain.

"You could!" He shouts before turning to look at me. "You had days to tell me."

"I apologise; I didn't want to tell you until you were calm and had control of your magic," I explain, and he laughs.

"My magic is in control. My magic isn't the problem! It's my emotions, and you keeping it a secret who I really am doesn't help," he shouts, and I nod. "I would never do that to you," he whispers before walking back inside. I follow at a distance.

"Quinn, please, can we speak?" I ask, and he looks at me.

"Now you will speak?" he asks, and I stand confused. "Not last night, or yesterday, or when you found out. You will speak now