Roisin
Thinking fast, I caught Iridian’s hand mid-air, gripping her wrist so tightly that her face twists in pain. The wildness in her eyes flickered, but she wasn’t done. Her other hand swung toward me in desperation, but I shoved her back before she could land the blow.
She stumbled, but quickly recovered, her face flushed with rage. Just as she opened her mouth to hurl another insult, I slapped her hard. The sound of it echoed through the kitchen, and Iridian’s face jerked to the side, her hand flying to her cheek in disbelief.
"Stay away from me," I warned, my voice cold and firm. I had never felt this kind of power before, this surety that I wouldn’t let anyone step all over me again. “Olivine is mine, Iridian. He’s my mate, and he loves me. He will always love me.”
Her eyes wid
