Love is Hell; Mate is Heaven
And he burned for it.
She folded her arms. “Aren’t you going to comfort me?”
I let out a breath, sank into the sofa, and tapped the cushion beside me. She slid in close, leaning against me. I wrapped an arm around her, steadying her with touch since words felt dangerous.
“You know I never meant for Mabel to end up with some random guy,” Vivian whispered.
“Your intentions don’t matter, Cupcake. Twice you pulled Mabel out. Twice Zane found her with some guy touching her. If it was anyone else, maybe we’d calm him down. But this is Mabel. She’s his mate. That makes it different.”