Auren POV
I shot her a sharp glare, but Lysandra didn’t flinch. She held her ground, her voice steady as she went on.
“I know she’s your second-chance mate, but there’s probably a reason she wasn’t your first. From what I’ve seen, the two of you couldn’t be more different. You don’t look happy, Auren. You don’t even seem comfortable around her.”
Her words should have angered me more than they did. My wolf was growling beneath my skin, furious at the way she spoke about Lorien, but I couldn’t deny my curiosity. Lysandra had always been honest with me, and maybe just maybe hearing her perspective would remind me why Lorien and I could never truly work.
Then again, if the guilt of betraying Sylira and the reminder that I had bought Lorien forced her into this farce of a relationship hadn’
