Colt.
My Range Rover eats the highway, the tires screaming a frantic protest as I push the speedometer far past the limit.
The blood thrums in my ears, hot and poisonous, drowning out everything but the image of that red lace dangling from Rhysand’s mocking finger. A lace currently crumpled in my fist.
How f*****g dare she?
I pull into the driveway of the mansion, skidding to a halt. I slam the door, barely registering my Mother rushing out of the front doors, weeping like someone has died.
“Colt, where have you—“ I storm past her, too angry for her antics.
Moments later, Rain’s voice echoes behind me. I march up to my room, my mind raging with her betrayal.
Her fearful voice calling out for me is of little importance to me. It’s good that she’s scared. She knows she f****d up. So
