I was thankful to arrive ahead of the caravan. It gave me time to clean up and compose myself, but all my preparation was for nothing when I saw her walking beside Simon with that soft smile on her lips.
Something snapped inside me. That smile was mine. Her arm interlocked with Simon’s—was mine. A possessive surge rolled through me, my aura flaring, making Simon disengage from her instantly.
I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but seeing her connecting with someone else was unbearable. She was mine, even if I couldn’t claim her.
When Simon excused himself, Miria reached for my arm, but I didn’t dare touch her. Her aura shifted, disappointment flickering
