CHAPTER 34
ARESWhen we arrived back home, Pringle scurried from the kitchen into a back room with a bag of Ruffles Chips between his teeth. I arched my brow at him and concluded that Ruffles had meowed at him until he brought back her favorite food.
I curled my arm around Aurora and glanced into the kitchen at Marcel.
He sat at the table with a glass of rum in one hand, staring emptily down, silver hair covering his face. “I’m going to f*****g miss her.”
Aurora stopped and frowned at him, squeezing my hand. “Me too,” she whispered.
Marcel grabbed the glass so hard that it shattered in his hand, blood dripping onto the table from his palm. “How the hell am I going to f*****g live without my mate? How can I never see her again? She’s going to f*****g loathe every part of me.”
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