ZANE’S POV
The first attack was a warning. It’s words? Simple and straight to the point. Steer clear. Seems like that jerk had a hard time registering words. I almost strangled my phone as I stared at the image in my hands.
Julian’s hands firmly rested against Aliona’s hips. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’d been agitated, hence the stiffness in her shoulders. Had she not shared a kiss with him on the rink?
I tossed the phone, and the object wriggled to the far end of the table, right before Andre reached for it. My nose flared, “The mate ball is in two days,”
I could feel the weight of Andre’s stare boring a deep hole through my forehead. “Your parents wants Sophia,”
A growl rustled my chest. “That’s not going to happen, Andre and you of all people know that,”
He let ou
