DRUNK TATE
~MATHIAS’ POV~
The suspense in the room curdled the air.
“Myra, I cannot believe you thought it wise to drag her to a party,” I said, my voice coiled tight with frustration. “Without telling us.”
Myra rolled her eyes, her tone harsh. “I don’t see the problem. We just wanted to have some fun. You two never let her breathe.”
Daxon, forever the calmer one, tried to play negotiator. “Calm down, Mathias. They just went to a party.”
“Just went to a party?” I snapped, heat spiking in my chest. “Did you see that boy putting his hands on….” I stopped, biting the word before it escaped fully.
‘Ours.’
The silence that followed was deafening.
And then, a giggle.
“Is there something funny, darling?” I lowered my tone, a blend of steel and softness as my gaze shifted to her.
Tate
