Troy POV
I’ve never been so f*****g scared in my life. My fae and I went from pure rage to pure panic as Milly’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Milly?” Milly!” I shouted in her face as I gave her a small shake.
Yes, she should not have been in a private room with her soon to be ex-husband at the club, but I should not have lost it like that.
I’ve never had this burning possessiveness before. Milly is the only woman that has ever made me and my fae flip like that. I should have calmed and spoken to her rationally, asked her why and not lost it.
Milly was mine though, not Ryan’s, mine.
If he dared to try and win her back, I would have to end him, no matter the repercussions. That dog doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.
Why was she there? Did she suddenly want him back? NOT
