CHAPTER 73
DELIA’S POV
"That Fynn is a stupid thorn. An unruly, cocky bastard just like his father!” Natalie spat, strapping herself into the passenger seat.
She was pissed—her voice alone made that obvious.
"He's in love with her," I said quietly, almost to myself, while driving out of the estate and onto the highway toward home.
"What?" She turned to me, pausing in her own display of righteous anger.
"Sayge doesn't just like Zyliah. He loves her," I repeated.
"Loves her?" she echoed back, as if trying to wrap her mind around what I'd just said. “I thought they hated each other, and all of this was supposed to be about bringing them together.”
I threw her a sideways glance, eyebrows raised, before fixing my eyes back on the road and shaking my head. “And to think you’re in a rel
