Cassandra’s POV
“I’m not Brittany,” I snapped, cutting him off.
“We’re not saying you are,” Brian said quickly, stepping in. “We’re just trying to understand this. If it’s not heat and it’s not your mate, maybe it’s just… physical. Something your body’s going through.”
“Physical?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. “What, like I’m a f*****g nympho now?”
Draven laughed, the sound low and wicked. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve got three very willing engines right here to help you burn it off.”
I shot him a withering glare. “You’re not funny, Draven.”
“Sure I am,” he said, his grin returning full force. “You’re just too stressed to admit it.”
“Enough,” Brian snapped, his voice sharp. He turned to me, his gaze softening. “Look, we’ll figure this out, Cassandra. You
