Chapter Thirty-Four
***Mila***
West is standing before me, and I’m urging myself not to melt at his feet. My heart is racing and Rafe is clenching my hand in his, his face contorted in pain. West attacked him.
“You could’ve killed him!” I scream, shocking myself and everyone around me at the same time. “You senseless, son-of-a-b***h, mate-stabbing, asshole! You think you can just try to kill me and then come waltzing back like nothing happened?” I’m laying into him, knowing good and well that I was praying a few moments ago that he’d show up and save me like some stupid damsel in distress, but I didn’t expect him to attack Rafe! Rafe has done nothing but try to protect me.
“Rafe, are you okay?” I demand, looking at his wound but scared to touch him.
“All is well, my love,” he tells
