Mae couldn’t sleep. She lay there in bed, until she couldn’t do it anymore. She sat up in bed, and stared at Vicker. He was lying there. He was clearly in deep sleep. He chose to sleep on the uncomfortable couch rather than share the bed with her. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She didn’t even know why this hurt so much, since she claimed that he wasn’t her mate, it shouldn’t hurt so much. But it did. Tears filled her eyes. She wiped them away. It was so strange. She felt like he betrayed her somehow. Marilyn’s desire laced voice, moaning outside the door filled her mind. Mae growled. She closed her hands into fists wishing she could find that witch and strangle her.
For what? She shook her head, because it was strange that she was suddenly feeling all possessive about Vicker.
