Flare
“Flare you aren’t going to run away each time we have a difference of opinion.” He saunters into the room and I glare at him. With my clothes in my hand, I push past him and make sure to lock the bathroom door.
“Flare, open the door.” I hear him on the other side as I step into the shower. The warm water rushes over my head, blocking out most of the sound. I think about why I don’t want him as my mate and then why I don’t want a mate.
Maybe I should reject him? Then I will be assured never to find one. My scars after what Simon and April did to me run deeper than I realized. A loud crash pulls me out of my thoughts and when I open the shower door, I find Damian glaring at me.
“You are paying for that. Not me.” I note the spark of amusement in his eyes flash, but then it’s gone. H
