She gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as Matthias drew her close, his breath fanning against her skin, both their chests rising with each hurried breath. Matthias was livid, more furious than she’d ever seen him. And that, more than anything, pissed her off for no particular reason.
Snarling, she dragged her arm out of his grip, putting some distance between them. “I’m asking about, Lyra. Don’t change the subject.”
Matthias’s fists clenched by his sides, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he fought to restrain himself. “Lyra is none of your business. You have no right to my personal matters, just like how I have no right to yours. We fuck, Raine. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Technically, Matthias was right. She’d been the one to draw that line after all. She was mated to someone else, and he was practically a free man. She wasn’t exclusive, so she had no right to ask him to be.
This jealousy, was unfounded and unnecessary. Loathe as she was to admit it, Matthias could fuck an
