AshAs I watch Meg walk out that front door, my bear spirit roils inside me. Part of me wants her. Needs her.
Fuck this.
Why have I let Tristan get in my head?
Except it isn’t just Tristan. I claimed Meg. She’s my mate. Her happiness is more important than my own now. We are more than a couple; she is the other half of my heart.
But she is also a vampire. I had to know that she didn’t have some hidden agenda. Hell, that succubus could’ve promised her anything. If she doesn’t have anything to be guilty of, why is she so pissy?
Yet if I’ve done the right thing, why do I feel like s**t?
I shove her paper clutter off the dining-room table in frustration. Paper debris flutters to cover the floor. Great. I’ve made a mess of her stuff and I don’t feel any better.
As I bend to scoop armloads
