Mira POV
I stood in front of him, face to face, staring at features that looked as if every demon in the world had possessed him at once. Pure hatred twisted his face into something terrifying. Cold ran through my limbs, and a single tear escaped my eye, cutting a bitter path down my pale cheek.
Magnus spoke with mocking contempt, his voice hissing like a snake.
“You look like you want another man to use you like a s*x doll?”
I tried with all my strength to pull words out through my shaking body. My voice came broken, uneven.
“J just… please… understand.”
He growled, his calm more frightening than rage, sending chills across my skin.
“What am I supposed to understand, my little mate? What should I understand when I see my wife in a room with a filthy man, shaking his hand?”
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