Devante
“I’m your sister, Devante,” the girl in front of me said softly. I recognized her from the other day when I saw Ashlynn, but my sister? I looked across from her and noticed Derion staring at me with a concerned expression.
“f**k are yall looking at me like that for?” I asked, growing annoyed with the pity in their eyes. The door opened and I saw Eriana walk in and I instinctively licked my lips. There’s something about her that just makes me want to take her from him and claim her as mine.
I’d never felt about a woman the way I do about her. It’s probably as close as I’m ever going to get to having a mate. The way she looked at me made me want to be something different… something better.
“Stop looking at her like that,” Derion growled at me and I just rolled my eyes.
“f**k
