Information (James POV)

I’ve been walking around like a zombie since Sunday morning. Every time I circle back to the events that led up to Rosalind saying goodbye; I want to pluck out my own eyeballs.

I fucked up. Correction; I royally fucked up and then tried to pitch the line ‘I thought you would understand.’

Onyx would have torn me to shreds. He wouldn’t have cared about the people around. He would have pushed forward to tell Rosalind what a piece of shit I was and a coward.

When Marina called me, I hadn’t wanted to answer. My mind was strictly on Rosalind and our lovely evening. But the look in Rosa’s eyes when Marina called again and again pushed me to answer it. It was almost like a flash of concern at the fact that the phone calls kept coming.

Marina’s sobs were nearly incoherent, but I’d made out enough of what she was saying to determine that I needed to go see her.

Despite everything that she’d done; she was still my mate.

But the longer I’d sat in the solitude of my office, drinking away the pain