Ricardo
Arms gripped firm unto the rails as if they could take away the hurt, the pains, and then the hollows.
How could he challenge my decisions? How could he ever think I would allow him to have her on his bed like he does with girls and later trash them like they meant nothing?
My brows raised.
Or was that why I'm so worked up? Was that even necessary?
This lady has cursed me with so much pain. Pains I can't shake off no matter the situation or cost.
I mean, I was supposed to get back the voice of my wolf and abilities after I marked Veronica as the seer had said. I was supposed to gain back his soft voice, ministering words of advice to me. She was my damn mate and it was our damn wedding.
My jaw clenched, my face grew white, and my body seemed drained of any living blood.
"Brother, I'm sorry, but never."
They slipped out like whispers, a promise more than a mere awareness.
