113. Lorenzo
The audacity of that i***t!
The tension boiled in my chest like a storm I couldn’t contain, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was jealous. Every time I looked at her, it twisted my insides. I hadn't spoken to her since we left the council building.
Why couldn’t I bring myself to speak to her? Maybe because my anger wasn’t entirely anger—it was envy, envy for the mere fact that she still thought of Javier, true envy that was wrapped in frustration and I hated that she was my mate but had another man in her heart.
Mark had tried to calm me down during the drive, but his words barely scratched the surface. My hands gripped the steering wheel harder than necessary, my knuckles white with suppressed emotion. When we finally arrived at the mansion, I shoved the car door ope
