Trevor held his gaze. "Why?"
Dean exhaled slowly. "Because at first it was one ugly incident in training, and I told myself that didn't mean I had identified a stable, named ability. Then I broke Arion's pheromone lock on the collar and—" He stopped, his mouth tightening. "And after that I couldn't really lie to myself about it anymore."
Lucas leaned back in the chair. "So that was the point where you remembered."
Dean nodded once. "Yes. Around two months ago."
"And you still kept it to yourself."
Dean looked down again. "Yes."
Lucas laughed once under his breath, the sound short and tired and carrying no humor at all. "God."
Trevor remained quieter, which somehow made him worse to face. "You understand how this sounds from our side."
Dean looked up. "Yes."
Trevor's brow lifted slightly. "Say it."
Dean hated that.
He hated even more that Trevor was right to ask.
