Irina’s POV
I checked my notebook. Because of the huge amount of work I had, I couldn’t find anything about what could have made Aiden hate me.
Lancer avoids me like I’m the plague, but it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected. The distance pains have dulled as well, fading from a sharp, constant agony to a low, background hum of wrongness. It’s as if my body and soul are finally accepting the severance, the scar tissue thickening over the wound.
I was now waiting for the final blow, but Theia and I were ready for it this time.
“I’m sorry about before, I… should have been on your side,” Theia whimpered.
I smiled despite the throb inside my chest when I thought about the rejection. “I know you want a mate, Theia. I’m the one who should be sorry because you were paired with a human lik
