MARLIYA’S POV
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We are so done. There’s no coming back from any of this, our secret is compromised and will soon be out and all I can do is stare at the reason for feeling so angry.
Two hands rest on my arms, rubbing up and down as I glare at Davina sitting in the corner. She’s fuming because I tackled her, but I am livid because she's a stalker. I am sick of her following my mate around like he's hers. I don't care if she's the princess, if I have to kill her, I will and I will make it look like an accident too.
"Marliya," Logan's soft voice softens my glare and I look away, "Go home, I will take care of this." it sounds like he wants to get rid of me, but I know he doesn't. I really have to go, I have no excuse for being more late than I already am, but how could I just walk out of
