“He was angry that I got married and had a child.” I pick up the glass paperweight on my desk and crush it in my bare hand. “He had the nerve to act all upset, as if I had betrayed him.”
“But he’s with Willow!” Mary bursts out. “What a hypocritical piece of—”
“Oh, I threw that in his face.” The glass shards of the weight are digging into my hand, but I don’t care. “Then, he started telling me that he married Willow but never mated her. As if that makes a difference.”
I pause for her to agree with me, but Mary doesn’t reply immediately.
“It doesn’t, does it?” I ask her.
“Darian says he never mated Willow?” The hesitance in Mary’s voice has me frowning.
“What does it matter, Mary? He married her. He shares her bed. He’s with her!”
“It does make a difference,” Mary says reluctantly. “I
