Blithe's POV
I remained on the floor, cradling my cheek. It had stopped hurting hours ago, but for some reason, I couldn't stop.
Graham had hit me.
And was my oh so loving mate there to protect me?
Hell no.
He was probably screwing "Brittany" nonstop. And the worse part was, I was so close. I was so close to finally getting along with Carlisle. I hate this mate bond. It makes me love him when all I really want to do is hate him. It makes me worry for him when he is hurt, when all I really want to do is not care at all.
Why isn't there someone to love me?
There I was, pathetic Blithe Patrick, crying against a wall. I wrapped my arms around my knees and leaned my head by, small sobs emitting from my mouth.
Suddenly, the door opened and Graham entered, closing the door.
Without
