"Break his f*****g nose," my wolf snarled, voice dark and coaxing in my mind.
I didn’t move. But I wanted to.
“You know she’s just confused with all this drama with James,” I bit out. “And you’re taking advantage of that. She—”
“She what?” Rafael snapped. “She liked you? Four years ago? Well, congrats. That’s ancient history now. I don’t think she’s confused at all. But if you think she’s not smart enough to decide who she wants... let’s go ask her.”
He said it like a challenge. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
And he did. Because if I went to Keya now and accused her of not knowing her own mind—of being too lost in her own mess to see clearly—she’d tear me apart. Verbally, if I was lucky. Physically, if not.
Keya wasn’t the kind of girl you saved from herself. She chose. Deli
