Eve
I wouldn’t say I was surprised when Nina slapped me. It would have been more surprising if she hadn’t. The moment she slammed her fork down, her eyes flashing with rage, I knew what was coming.
The slap wasn’t even the painful part. What hurt most was Axel sipping his wine, completely unbothered that his mate had just been assaulted—the fact that made my blood boil.
"Taste it!" Nina shrieked, shoving her plate forward as if daring me. "How dare you make this trash and try to pin the blame on me?"
I remained composed. There was no need to taste it—I was the one who had prepared and served her meal, and I knew exactly what I had done.
Yes, I had deliberately over-salted it.
Maya had been relentless, whispering in my mind, urging me to do something to ruin Nina’s perfect evening. And like a fool, I had let my wolf’s
