CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN:
Azrael’s POV:
“I can't believe you were out all day shopping for another girl while your fiancè—”
“Ex-fiancè,” I corrected absent-mindedly, getting ready for yet another class I had no need for.
Caspian scoffed. “Does it f*****g matter? Bottom line is; put your psycho crazy ex on a f*****g leash because if she messes with me again, I'll be forced to take action.”
I rose, grabbed my bag, and then turned to him. “Take action however you see fit. I don't care. Rosita means nothing to me.”
She never meant anything to me anyway. She knew I was never going to love her. And I'd been honest about that from the start.
“You know what? I'd rather not deal with her. If she wants to be crazy, she should do that around you, not me.” Caspian finally said, falling into step
