~ Sylara's POV ~
"What the hell did you just say?" he countered, his voice flat, as if he hadn't processed the venom in my question. In that instant, I was hit by a wave of crushing regret.
What right did I have to demand an explanation for who he f****d? I was nobody to him, a one-night fling from Cabo.
I regretted it, but it was too late to take my words back, so I cleared my throat and asked again. "Who is she to you? Your f**k-mate?" I could feel my heartbeat as those words came out from my mouth.
He stared at me.
God! He was doing it again—staring at me with those unreadable almond eyes of his. I couldn't tell what was going on in his head, but when he stood up from his seat, I was certain my heart skipped a beat.
He was hot.
He was pure, lethal heat. Forty or not, he was the
