MELISSA.
The sound of his voice struck harder than the glass hitting the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
I flinched.
The shards of glass glittered at my feet, water spreading across the polished floor and soaking into the hem of my dress. My chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath scraping painfully against the tightness lodged inside me.
I couldn’t answer.
What was I supposed to say?
That watching him kiss her felt like someone had reached into my chest and twisted something vital? That the mate bond pulsed like an open wound every time his lips touched someone else’s?
That I hated myself for feeling it at all?
“I…I’m sorry,” I managed, though my voice came out thinner than I intended.
Cypril stepped toward me, anger radiating off him in waves. Amelia remained behind
