Ty’s POV
However much I thought it hurt to see Evie and Ian gawking each other, seeing them kiss hurts so much worse.
It isn’t like it was when she kissed Tristan—you know, back before she watched him and his father murder her parents right in front of her. That was bad enough, but at least then I had the comfort of seeing that the kiss lacked passion.
I wouldn’t exactly call this embrace between Evie and Ian “passionate,” but it’s real. She’s enjoying it. And he’s definitely enjoying it.
And I want to rip his goddamn throat out.
I settle for knocking him backwards and punching him in the face.
“Ty!” Evie shrieks, grabbing me by the arm and attempting to pull me off him. She doesn’t succeed, of course. Her nails are surprisingly sharp, but her grip is about as weak as I would have ex
