Caleb
I had never known a rage so consuming.
The moment I saw Sonya step toward me in my study, the bile rose in my throat, bitter and acidic, burning through every shred of restraint I had left.
She had the audacity after everything she had done to walk in here like nothing happened.
As though she still had a place beside me. As if I would ever look at her the same way again.
I could barely hear her voice.
My blood was roaring too loud in my ears.
I didn’t care what she had to say.
The sight of her, the nerve of her was enough to shatter what little patience I had left. I didn’t even want to speak.
I wanted her gone.
Gone from my pack, gone from my life, gone from the twisted nightmare she had created.
She had ruined me.
I thought she was strong, ambitious, confident.
