Ella
If looks could kill, Paige would’ve shifted into a vengeful spirit and torn me apart on the spot.
Every time I called Kane darling…soft, sweet, intentional her face twisted like she’d bitten into a rotten lemon. The name wasn’t new to me.
I’d used it a few times growing up, when Kane annoyed me or when I wanted to make his wolf twitch.
But with Paige?
It was a weapon.
And I wielded it beautifully.
“Darling,” I said again, leaning into Kane’s chest with a smile syrupy enough to drown her in jealousy.
Beside me, Kane’s wolf stirred, amused. He wasn’t even trying to hide the way my little performance entertained him. His golden-brown eyes glittered as he murmured a lazy, “Yeah.”
That one syllable was gasoline on Paige’s misery.
I smirked at her, victory curling warm in my ches
