-TRISTAN-
"It's not what you're thinking, Knox," Mark stuttered.
A humorless laugh scraped out of me. "Really? Nice that you're psychic now and can read my mind. So go on… tell me why it looks like you're cheating on your mate."
Tyra shot in front of him like a shadow breaking loose. If I hadn’t known her since she was a toddler gnawing on table legs, I’d swear she was a damn vampire.
"He didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my fault."
Mark’s throat bobbed. "She wanted to talk. I came home and met her, but we were just talking, I swear."
He had a faint trace of her scent on him. But there was soap too, like he’d showered recently. That alone made my wolf bristle.
"I begged him to get back together, but he refused," Tyra said, eyes filling with tears. "I love him."
I groaned, dragging a h
