“Vy-Vy, when you get home, I’ll show you my special?—”
Someone tripped into me, knocking my phone to the ground and smashing an innocent mushroom in the process.
A wave of anger crashed through me. I’d lost what my little Ian had to tell me!
“Oh, sorry, Yvaine. Didn’t see you there.” The dark silhouette began to recede.
“Hey! What’s your problem?” I snapped, clenching my fists. With a growl, I picked up my battered phone from the mossy ground and threw it at his back.
Sillas Wilder turned, sporting gray sweats with the pockets turned inside out and leaves stuck in his hair. He’d only recently shifted back—maybe had a fight with his own wolf.
“Don’t have a problem.” He shrugged one shoulder, eyes void of warmth. Something was off. He looked exhausted, almost worn out by life.
“Sillas, are you okay?”
“It’s clear you don’t have time to talk, Yvonne. I won’t waste any more of it.” The flash of something—hurt, maybe resentment—crossed his face. “You could’ve had the decency to tell me.”
He was right; I had completely forgotten about him. The dates were nice, but when my mate had waltzed into my life, he’d also taken up all available space in my heart and more.
“I’m sorry. You’re right.”
The tendon in the side of Sillas’s throat jumped.
“I was just your Sunday pastime. You were always clear.”
My guilt intensified. I joined my hands together.
“I sawwhoyou were kissing at the party.” He took two steps forward, his eyes dipping down to my mouth.
I stilled, trying not to react in one way or another.
“What—”
His lips smacked into mine, my lips tasting his anger, his hurt. My gasp spread into his mouth before a stab of pain shot through my chest.
“This is what we’ve always been so good at…so why not keep doing that?”
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
My mate will feel this!
With my palms against his chest, I shoved him away, wiping my hand against my lips.
Zeus jumped on him and attacked his leg.
“Damn it, Zeus!” Sillas shouted, kicking Zeus into a birch tree. The stalker owl flew away.
“What the hell was that, Sillas?” I was seething with gritted teeth, holding an equally hissing Zeus to my chest.
Please don’t let Logan feel it!
Sillas must’ve noticed my panicked face, because he exhaled and backed away.
“I have so much on my mind. My jealousy controlled me. Sorry,” he apologized, fisting and yanking at his dark brown curls.
My lips pursed, and I found myself clutching the necklace with my fingers. Somehow, I felt better.
