Zephyr's pulse thundered in his ears, eyes widening, staring into the brown shifting patterns in Jason’s.
His chest tightened, breath caught in his lungs. “How could you?” a growl rose in Zephyr’s throat. "How could you tell your parents that Sylvia’s your mate?"
Jason trembled, shrinking backwards. “I'm... I'm sorry.”
“Don't you dare?” Zephyr growled. His fingers tightened into fists, holding in every urge to strike Jason. “You knew what she meant to me and you went ahead to do this? You knew how your parents would react… You knew!”
Zephyr's voice rose. His eyes stung, heating up.
Before him, Jason held himself, eyes lowered to the floor and glinting with grief. “I am sorry, Zephyr, I didn't have a choice,” he stuttered. His wet brown eyes steadied on Zephyr’s face. “You were right
