Mathias
Watching Tabitha crumble at the sight of Sloane’s lips ravaging mine caused a pool of angst to swirl in my belly. The kind that tormented my ever frosty heart. I should be enjoying the thrill of my mate’s lips, basking in her lavender scent and exciting warmth, but here I was…eyes pinned on Tabitha’s fragile self. Her breaths rivaled the rage of a storm, and her steel grip on her violin case was more than enough to scream the truth—she hated every second of this, every atom of me.
This wasn’t how I planned tonight to go; Sloane was definitely not in it. I had thought that when Tabitha arrives tonight, I’d get a chance to explain the cruelty behind my actions today. Apparently, Sloane outsmarted me, and I have to give it to her; it’s an ace move. I mean, what better way is there t
