Parker’s point of view
I don’t remember carrying her out of the ballroom.
I remember grabbing her. I remember the sound of everyone losing their collective minds. I remember Elias cursing under his breath like he was ready to drag me out back and put me down like a rabid dog.
But the only thing I feel is her.
Trixie.
My mate.
Mine.
And the worst part? I already knew. This morning, when I woke up, something had shifted. I felt that tug in my chest, that quiet roar underneath my skin—the bond, snapping into place like a key turning in a lock. But I didn’t say anything, because I wasn’t sure if it was real or just wishful thinking. I thought—hell, I hoped—it was just nerves before her birthday.
But when she turned toward Elias at eight o’clock sharp? My whole fucking soul cracked open. I’ve never known fear like that. Like my heart was about to stop beating right there in front of everyone.
And then that wicked little smile.
Just kidding…mate.
I’m going to ruin her for that.
