Saoirse
I’m crying. Not the quiet, graceful kind of crying—no.
This is ugly. My voice is breaking. My hands are shaking.
Tears are spilling down my cheeks and I can’t even stop them anymore.
And Jennie’s just staring at me like she doesn’t recognize the girl standing in front of her.
“You know what?” Her voice cuts through the air, sharp and laced with betrayal. “I would’ve understood if you were tangled with just one of them. If you told me you were caught in some forbidden thing with Cyrus or Cain, I could’ve maybe—maybe—tried to see past it.”
Her tone cracks like glass. “But mated with two? What kind of twisted joke is that, Saoirse?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, guilt roaring in my chest like an untamed wolf ready to devour me whole.
“It’s not because of her,” a deep voice growls be
