Keya's POV
"If you don't leave now, and let me have my pancakes in peace, I'll break your face."
James recoiled like I'd slapped him, eyes darting around the café, wanting to see if someone else had noticed the interaction. Always so worried about how things looked to him. His pride, his damn image, always came before anything real. Maybe Miranda stroked that fragile ego better than I ever could. I gave him love, loyalty—even tried to make things work—but I never gave him what he really wanted: blind worship. Even back then, I wasn't that far gone.
“You save all that devotion for the Thorne brothers,” my wolf snarked in the back of my mind.
"Oh shut up. I do not."
"You do too."
I rolled my eyes and raised a hand to catch the server’s attention. She came over with a bright, rehearsed
