*Miranda’s POV*
“i***t,” I muttered as I pressed a packet of frozen peas to Warren’s face. “Hold it,” I told him without a trace of sympathy in my tone. His piercing grey eyes only stared back at me, soft and inviting. I knew his tanned skin with sport a proper bruise tomorrow but the real wound he carried wasn’t visible to the eye. “You will find your mate,” I tried to reassure him.
“But she won’t be you,” he added softly. We were sitting in the kitchen, alone. George, although he wanted nothing more than to mark his territory, had given us some space. I loved him even more for it.
“I’m not the girl who used to crawl into your bed, I’ve...”
“You’ve changed,” he interrupted me. “I can see that now. I only wish that I was the man who could do that for you.” I looked up at him and saw th
