FIRE STOOD UNDER the warm, soothing spray of a shower, trying to wash away all the emotions and guilt that were stuck on his skin. He had spent the whole day with Tonya, saying nothing but just watching how his mate enjoyed every minute of laughing with the mortal kids.
She was loud the whole time, and never had he seen her as lively as that.
She was happy—even more than he ever made her while they were together.
That hurts. But then he wouldn't say anything about it. Definitely not.
'The hell...' He couldn't even remember how he tolerated the whole ordeal. Once or twice he was pushed to the brink of wanting to hurt the kids. Jealousy. He tried to burn them, but then he didn't. His mate had held him back. Over and over so softly that he didn't even manage to fight back. 'Brutal...'
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