Chapter Ninety
The glass that Owen had been holding shattered in his hand. Shards of glass fell to the floor and sparkled like glitter against the dark tiles.
“Damn.” Owen snarled, turning away from Abby and Drake to move over to the sink. He started to pick the shards of glass from his fingers. Thick drops of blood dripped into the sink.
“I’m sorry, Owen.” Drake said, moving away from Abby and closer to his mate.
He shook his head but didn’t look at his lover. “Don’t be. We’ll need to talk about her sooner rather than later.”
“It’s better that Abby hears it from us rather than Lana or one of the others.”
Drake moved to the closet in the corner of the room. Opening the door, he pulled out the broom and dustpan. Taking care of the mess while Owen turned the water on to rinse his hand
