Diego’s voice dropped lower and crueler. “You saved her f*****g life, Clyde. So why the silence? Why pretend you’ve never seen her before? You’ve known from the start she was your mate. You planned to kill her.”
I looked up at Clyde, breath held. His face was blank and cold, as if Diego’s words were just wind to him.
The breeze swept through our clothes. He stood there, unmoved, slipping his hand into his pocket as if he weren’t on the verge of breaking.
Diego scoffed. “What’s with that dark, brooding silence, huh? Nothing to say to her? You know I’m right. If you keep playing dumb, I’ll rip her head off myself.”
Still, Clyde said nothing.
The metallic tang of blood filled the air. I glanced down, his claws were digging into his own palm. Deep. Blood dripped steadily, and his expressi
