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But beneath the anger is something I don’t recognize.

Something worse.

Fear.

Not for me.

For her.

I’m in the dark here and I do not like it. Not one bit.

Is she okay?

Did her mother call back?

What did that old Witch say to her?

I saw Belinda's face before she pushed past me. Saw the tears she'd tried to hide. Heard the shake in her voice.

Someone hurt my Sweet.

Her own fucking mother hurt her. And I don't know what she said. But I want revenge.

It’s driving me insane.

Did she call Belinda useless? Tell her she isn't powerful enough? Pretty enough? Worthy enough?

Belinda said something about being tired of people telling her what is theirs, which leads me to believe someone has taken from her before. And they are doing it again.

Now, I might not know the details, but know this…

I will avenge my mate.

So, what did her mother do? Did she ask her to give up something that belongs to her?

How fucking dare she?

My claws extend around the mug.

“Easy,” Delilah mutters.

I look down.

Fuck.

I force them back.

This is new.

Not the claws. Not the rage. I've had those my entire life.

This.

This fucking ache in the middle of my chest because Belinda is hurting and I can't fix it.

I've never been in love before.

Never wanted to be. Never understood how another person could become so fucking important that their pain somehow became yours.