Sasha blinked rapidly. I didn't know if she had orchestrated this or if it was only the supernatural acting on its own, but I didn't care. I hated her, and I hated Paul for this bit of domestic reality that I had witnessed. But I didn't hate their baby or their clan. However, I never wanted to be witness to any of this again. Come hell or high water, I was going to wipe these people out of my life.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
He glanced at Sasha in unease. "I need to know if you are willing to work things out between us. I want to know if you still love me, Kim."
Sasha looked as if he had punched her in her stomach. Good, b***h. You f****d a married man, and this is the way you're supposed to feel, like someone was sucking the life out of you, like there was no up or down
