Markus
I woke up on the floor like a broken man.
My head felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull. The room spun when I tried to sit up. My mouth tasted like ash and old whiskey. I groaned and rubbed my face, feeling the dried tears on my cheeks. Tears. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried, but last night the dam had broken.
The pillow from Felicia’s side was still clutched in my arms. Her faint scent was mixed with that horrible fake perfume Lala had used. The memory made my stomach turn.
I forced myself to stand. My legs shook. The bed was a mess, the sheets twisted where Lala had lain waiting for me like some kind of replacement. Disgust rolled through me. How dare she come into our room? How dare she try to touch me while my mate was out there somewhere, alone becau
