Fiona
For the next week, I continue to go down into the basement at night to talk to Wes. And sleep. During the day, although it's really hard and annoying, we avoid each other. I hate it.
I hate watching him laughing and smiling with Adler and Makayla. I hated how she always had to touch his arm or his chest in a flirty way when she spoke to him.
Jealousy so powerful would surge through me when I'd see it and I'd have to walk out of wherever we were at so I didn't explode on her. It wasn't very healthy, but neither was being mated to a guy who was using me to hide from his father.
After finding me in the basement for a third night in a row, Derek tried to question me about it, but I danced around the subject. It's not like he told me about finding his mate for months after he found
