Since Sunday, I'd been deliberately keeping my distance from my brother and Elara. When I ran into them on my way to work after they exited Kay's bedroom, I was left breathless at the sight of Kay’s mark on our mate's throat. To add insult to injury, she had her hair styled in a high ponytail, seemingly flaunting it just to wound me further.
What stung even more was the look of pure hatred in her eyes as she strode past me towards the kitchens. Causing me to smell her scent mixed with Kaysons.
"So," I cleared my throat, trying to mask my emotions, "You went through with it."
"I did," My twin replied, "Listen, I"
''I have to get to a meeting,'' I lied, cutting him off and hastily leaving the suite.
It was Tuesday now, and the painful sting lingered on, making me feel out of sorts. I kn
