Lyall
I stormed to my room in a fit of rage, not caring who I pushed out of the way in the process. I didn't go to the room I shared with Sheila.
Instead, I went straight to my room, and the fact that Aria had been here with me seemed to calm me down a bit. I sunk into the bed and my thoughts drifted to the earlier incident at the dining hall.
The fact that Mason got all defensive about Aria. My mate. And he even had the guts to take her hand and pull her out of the hall like she was his.
Hot red rage once again flowed through my insides. How dare Mason? I should have chopped off his hand where he stood.
Like pulling my mate out of the hall wasn't enough, I found him in a passionate discussion with her. What in the world could they have been discussing so intensely?
I shuddered as
