RAYNE
The air in the cellar felt like it was thickening. My accidental confession hung heavy in the silence.
Reid didn't look away; he looked through me.
"Aaron," Reid said, his voice dropping into a commanding tone. "Give me and my mate some space."
Aaron’s eyes darted between us, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He didn't say a word; he simply rested a hand on the hilt of his sword with a casual grace before turning to leave the cellar.
The heavy iron door slammed shut behind him, the echo booming through the small space.
The silence that followed was suffocating. I shot Reid a deadly glare, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.
"I am not your mate... anymore," I spat at him, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "So stop calling me that. I have a nam
