Carly’s POV.
I paced around the sitting room, my heart racing and my mind swirling with thoughts. I was angry - no, I was furious. All I could think about was how I wanted to strangle Allie for what she had done. If only I hadn't brought her to the party in the first place. If only I had been more careful, more attentive. It was all my fault. My mom's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Carly, you need to calm down," she said, her voice soft and soothing.
I shot her a look that could have killed, but she didn't flinch.
"It's your fault," my mother protested. "I did everything I could but no Allie took it." I pointed an accusatory finger at her.
“What!” I growled.
"Yes, you heard me. If only you had gotten rid of her early on, she wouldn't have been able to steal my mate." I felt the ra
