"MATE?" BYRON LOOKED FRAZZLED while sitting in the corner, more so when Oscar just stared at him intently and did not speak more.
This was an unexpected turn of events. If not for Ivan being captured, Oscar would have been sitting with him as he questioned him from head to foot.
Byron looked out at the glass in front of him. The dawn looked perfect, but he could feel his life falling apart. How could this even happen when he thought that he had already pieced every part of him together?
"I wish my husband would call me his mate rather than my name or just ex-husband. I do not know which hurts more," he muttered, switching his attention to the empty seat in front of him.
Hearing that made Oscar wonder what happened to Byron. Nonetheless, he couldn’t care less about his ex-husband’s quip
