But Mirabelle is the only one I care about right now.
She quickly wipes at her cheeks.
“You don’t want me to cry?”
I offer her a single shake of my head.
No.
I don’t like it when they call me a monster. But if being a monster means she never cries again.
Then I’ll be a monster.
“O—okay, I’ll try,” she says, taking a shaky breath. “Thank you guys for giving me a bit of space to explain.”
Ash lets out a little huff as he shrugs his shoulders, nodding for Mirabelle to continue.
“I don’t think Rowan and Griffin did anything wrong. They did what they had to and what they thought was best for me because the doctor was concerned I would die if they didn’t stop the artificial heat Jett put me in.”
My lips peel back in a snarl at the mention of that guard.
I will kill him.
I know it just as certainly as I know Mirabelle is mine.
“So are us two just chopped liver?” Ash snarls, narrowing his eyes on her.
I don’t like the way he’s looking at her. But I want to know the answer to his question.
“What? No! Of course not! I never wanted any of you to feel that way. I like—I like all of you. All four of you. I don’t know when or how it’s going to happen, but I want to bond you both,” she says.
She wants to bond us. Both.
All of us.
“Come here,” Ash growls.
I have to turn away when he kisses her. Even now, the thrum of emotions swirling in my head are overwhelming.
A low growl leaves my chest as I tug at my hair until my scalp burns.
Am I jealous?
A little.
But I’m more possessive. I want that too. I wanthertoo.
Can I share her?
Will I be okay with that?
The thought doesn’t make me angry on its own.What does is the idea that she’ll see how they’re better than me.
I’m fucking trapped in my head all the time. Barely able to string two words together.
Always fucking angry.
Always fucking scared.
