Tane, Four hours later
Tane, Four hours laterI held my mate’s golden locket in one hand and her invitation to the ball in the other. Katinka Friðfinnsdóttir, I had discovered, was traveling on another continent with her fiancé, a man named David. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and was not the woman I had f****d last night. She was not my mate.
notWorse, no one named Elena was on the guest list.
Nor was there an Abby, the younger female my mate had been so worried about.
The male seated on the opposite side of the table stared at me like I was a monster.
He hadn’t seen a beast yet, but if he refused to answer me again, he would. Soon. “Tell me human, why did you attack the women?”
“I didn’t attack them,” he denied.
My beast growled, impatient. It was four o’clock in the morning
