The resounding crunch of cartilage cracking open might have been one of my new favorite sounds. Second only to the high-pitched scream Clarissa let out.
I felt vindicated. Gleeful, almost. For years I had wanted nothing more than to get back at one of the many women he had chosen over me. Over the vows we had made. And when I saw how easily she flirted with my mates and ignored me, I could no longer just stand by and watch.
Was it a bad thing? Sure. Did it make me feel better? Absolutely.
Bastian and Xavier moved before I could fully comprehend what they were doing. Bastian grabbed hold of my upper arm, twisting me around and away from a still screeching Clarissa. The smell of tangy, coppery blood filled the air. Surrounded us.
Xavier moved towards Clarissa, cussing under his breath
