Cassian
“What the f**k!?” I bellow, causing Lillia to startle.
I leave for 5 minutes and come back to my best friend taking off my mate’s clothes?
I’m fuming, and my claws come out again. Lillia scrambles behind Lincoln, grabbing his shirt, hiding from me.
Which makes me even angrier. What the f**k is going on?
“Lillia. Come here. Now.” I demand.
Lincoln looks confused, and amused at the same time. I’m literally going to kill him once Lillia gets out of the way.
But she doesn’t listen, of course. She never f*****g listens. She stays behind Lincoln, cowering, gripping the side of his shirt.
Why the hell is she favoring him over me? She met him 10 minutes ago.
Then something hits me. This is the exact situation— when we were in a private room at the club. Her mom demanded she come w
