"I figured that much!" Edwin's voice was gentle, playful even.
Clearing his throat, Rees resumed, "I warned Ruth time and again to stay away from you. She agreed but her curiosity never dulled. And then that dinner at Thea's home.
I was confused, shocked and afraid. Ruth had clearly crossed her line that day when she defended Florence by insulting you. She had no right to say such things to you. As far as I know, you haven't done anything directly to her."
Edwin sensed the lingering question mark at the end of the last sentence, and he didn't mind it this time.
"That's what I believe. I don't remember a time I have hurt her or wronged her and still, she hates me more than those women whom I have kicked out of my bed."
Rees didn't like the analogy, not a bit. But he couldn't keep playing with his master's patience and lenience. If not for Ruth, then Edwin would have snapped his neck by this time after hiding the truth, questioning his intentions and caring for his mate.