ALIONA'S POV
I and Julian fell into rhythm, as I tried to ignore Noah's toe curling scent that wafted into my nose. Mystic wasn't comfortable having her fated mate see her with another male.
But what is revenge if the people at the receiving ends aren't scorched to the ends of the earth. It was Julian's plan that we spite Noah the instant we swerved past him, and made a beeline for his exact parking spot.
Excitement had fluttered through my veins, as the mental image of seeing his textured facial expression flashed through the back of my mind.
Albeit, something in me snapped and caved in, without Noah uttering a single word. I pushed back the frantic urge to scream out my lungs.
"That jerk. I wonder why he's alone, None of them walk alone. Except during emergencies," Julian said,
