GALLAHAN’S POV
Death would’ve been better than hearing such a remark from my fated mate.
I looked at her. First with disbelief. Then with resignation. And finally, with anger.
The will to fight for her and our children was burned into ashes by the scalding words she said, and all I wanted right then and there was to hurt her back.
Immature, sure.
But I didn’t care.
I had never, ever, ever thought I would willingly try to hurt the woman I would’ve loved to put on the highest pedestal. And yet here I was.
Hurt and desperately wanting to hurt back.
I dropped my hold on her and took a step back, ignoring the suffocating yearning to keep her close to me. I quickly put on the coldest mask I had in my arsenal and lifted the impenetrable iron walls around myself.
“I see,” I said with a vo
