REYA’S POV
"He was all in my face, wanting me. Wanting the mate bond," I muttered to myself, "And there he was, sleeping with another woman."
The image of Liana, draped in that silk robe, her smug smile, holding the wildflowers burned behind my eyelids. A part of me felt like a raw wound, exposed and throbbing. Hurt. Mad. Angry.
How long did it even take him to move on?
How long? It didn't take him long at all. Not long at all. He had been so insistent, so demanding of my attention, of our bond, only to fall into another woman's bed so easily. It made me sick.
I pushed open the door to the infirmary, and walked straight to my office giving a small smiles to the healers working. My office door was ajar, and a soft murmur of voices reached me. I paused, my hand still on the main door. W
