“That b***h!” Erina hissed as she made her way into my room. “I heard what she did. Are you okay?”
I stared at the lycan in front of me. Her cheeks were a bright shade of red from the anger coursing through her, and she had her hands crossed over her chest as she spewed enough expletives to make a sailor blush.
She was angry, that much was clear, but with her floral dress and her high ponytail, there was nothing terrifying about her. In fact, she looked a tad bit amusing. I wanted to laugh, but forced myself to hold it back.
“What b***h?” I asked instead.
“Felicity.”
Oh.
That should’ve been my first thought, but I’d done everything to stop myself from thinking about her. I didn’t want to think about Elias’ betrothed, or whatever she called herself. I didn’t want to spend time dwellin
