Caz
I should’ve walked away the moment I saw her.
Should’ve turned around, gone to the training yard, ripped into a few dummies, anything but this. But no. I stayed, half-hidden behind a goddamn bookshelf, watching Taryn Leon pretend like I didn’t exist.
Her laugh floated through the air like smoke—sweet, airy, fake. She was on the phone, all sugary tones and giggles, leaning into the conversation like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
Gavin.
Her chosen.
“I miss you so much,” she said. “This bed is way too cold without you in it.”
A growl rumbled in my throat before I could stop it. I clenched my jaw and swallowed it down, but it didn’t matter. Angelus was already on his feet, pacing inside me like a caged animal.
“She’s ours,” he snarled. “She’s lying. We can smell it.”
