Lysandra POV
His possession or his pet.
The words echoed in my skull like a blade dragging against bone. It took everything in me not to let the shift rip through my body when I saw him press her against that wall. The sound of his groan that groan, the one that should have been mine had my vision blurring with rage.
When I got my hands on that little b***h touching what belonged to me, I would make her regret breathing. I’d carve off those delicate fingers one at a time, peel her skin like silk from her flesh, and burn it before her eyes as the life bled out of her.
If Auren wanted a possession, I’d be his.
If he wanted a pet, I’d crawl at his feet.
I would give him everything body, soul, blood because I had spent years laying the foundation for it. Years pulling down his walls bric
