Chapter 11

Hayden

I'm in a terrible mood, lost and disappointed. Natasha looked at me as if I were a monster set on earth when Roger shot me. Her breathing ceased when I took that bullet, and every inch of me felt as if I had bled out in the sand.

I survived the shot, but the thoughts written on her face hurt more than the actual bullet.

Ugh, I knew Natasha was trouble. I hate being a merman already, and her frightened eyes wrecked me from within—what is the point in having a mate if they fear you?

Fuck Natasha.

Fuck Love.

Fuck life.

And fuck Vivian and the sex music blasting out from the windows. I grit my teeth as I storm inside the building to find Vivian moaning while a young man is between her legs.

Really?

In the fucking lounge?!

"Oh, yes!"

Vivian is lying in the red velvet chaise lounge, dressed in her white see-through nightgown, and her eyes travel to the back of her head as she moans again. Blonde hair