CHRIS
The tension we had left behind still lingered, heavy in the air, and pressing down on my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.
The memory of her voice, strained with guilt and weariness, echoed in my mind.
“If I could change it, I would...”
That one sentence had done more damage than anything my brothers could have said. I didn’t know if she meant it as a reflection of her pain, her frustration, or something else entirely. But I couldn’t stop hearing it.
If she could change it, would she? Was she suffocating under the weight of the mate bond we shared? And if Kyle and Evans were the cause of her pain… was I any different?
When it was just the two of us, I’d always told myself we had something special. That her smiles and touches meant something more when they were directed at
