Rowan
I clenched my teeth so hard that my jaw ached. The pressure built behind my eyes, and my pulse roared in my ears like a storm breaking loose. The mere thought of it — of taking Heather as a mate — made something dark and violent coil in my chest. It was impossible. Not just wrong. Not inconvenient. Impossible.
"No," I started, my voice already sharpening, but Cade stepped forward like he meant to cut me off. I held up a hand, stopping him. "You know, for someone who said they supported me in my decision," I said slowly, my tone turning cold, "You're doing a poor job of showing it."
Cade's jaw tightened.
"The way you talk about her," I continued, my eyes narrowing, "Someone might think you still hate her. Unjustly, by the way."
Cade exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "
