Harley’s P.O.V.
Derek’s voice followed me, clinging like smoke. But I kept walking, chin high, heart cold. I remembered the way he sneered, the way he spat out insults about Carlos like they were facts carved in stone.
The things he had said weren’t just offensive; they were unforgivable. Derek had mocked the only man who ever stood up for me. I could never hear any bad words about him.
So, I didn’t owe a second of time to Derek now!
However, that stubborn man flashed in front of me, appearing too suddenly like a ghost. I froze, my breath catching in irritation more than shock.
“Please, Whisker.” He spoke softly. “I just want to say I am so sorry.”
Raising a brow, I glared at him, unwilling to let my guard down.
“Sorry for what? For calling the man who saved me a bloodthirsty monst
