I’m about to go to him when I hear the voices behind me.
“Oh here she comes. Think she’ll make it through the night without losing her mate?”
I freeze.
“Don’t be stupid,” one of them snaps. “My mate would never. Not all men are like that.”
“Please,” the first girl scoffs. “They’re all like that. Especially when someone like Angie’s involved. Look at him—he’s already smiling at her.”
I glance back—and yeah. He is smiling. But it’s not real. I know that smile. It’s tight. Polite. Forced.
Another voice cuts in, sharp and proud. “Just because he smiled doesn’t mean anything. They’ve been mates since she was five. You think he waited all this time just to throw it away for a one-night stand with a glorified escort?”
I smirk. That one might just be my favorite.
But then—
“She’s not even
