I had an overwhelming urge to slap Zavir’s pretty face for the state in which I found my little sister after their conversation. But first things first — I needed to get my girl away from that werewolf.
So, he confessed. Couldn’t handle the jealousy after seeing a guy next to Tanya, and now she’s the one left hurting.
When a panicked Pasha burst into the café and said some werewolf had dragged Tanya off somewhere, I didn’t have to think long to figure out who it was.
I rushed out of the place on shaky legs, running around and searching for them. I knew he wouldn’t physically harm her, but I was seriously worried about the emotional damage. And I had every reason to be.
Tanya told me everything. She just couldn’t keep all that pain bottled up — pain that hit her far too early in life.
