Logan
I was fuming. My entire body was shaking, and I had to clench my fist many times to control myself and maintain a clear head. At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to pounce on Zekeliel and fix his face with my fist.
But, of course, there was nothing really wrong with his handsome Elven face. I just wanted to connect my clenched hand to it. Several times.
It also didn't help my mood the fact the Prince did not have a smug face or was looking at me with a self-congratulatory expression. He seemed exactly the same as usual, regal and composed. That was what pissed me off the most. Here he was, in front of me, acting like nothing had happened even though I caught him in a compromising position with my mate.
MY MATE.
This whole thing sucked. Everything Liora said was the tr
