Clementine’s POV
“I love Salome,” Barnabas said.
The words hung in the air like a bad joke. He whispered them as if they were a holy confession, his voice cracking just enough to make me want to gag. I stared at him, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I thought I knew exactly who he was. He was the cold Alpha who tossed a loyal wife aside for a gold digger and a few months of cheap fun. But looking at him now, he just looked pathetic. He had these watery eyes, wide and pleading, like a kid who realized he lost his favorite toy and expected someone to just hand it back.
I crossed my arms and let out a sharp, jagged laugh. “You love her? That is a great story, Barnabas. Truly. If you love her so much, tell me where Portia fits in. Was that love too? Or were you just bored while S
