TALIA'S POV
I walk back to the bed, feeling relieved that I am still breathing. I lay on top of the covers to give my brain a moment to cool off and refocus.
It's like my heart is scolding me for letting the gorgeous jerk leave. It was pounding hysterically when he was standing so close to me. Now it feels like it has gone cold, like it is moaning some kind of unbearable loss.
I may be still alive, but everything is still too messed up. I was feeling angry for having been mated to him, someone who wouldn't accept or care for me. Now I feel even angrier that he showed up expecting me to accept him like he wasn't the man that made sure I was well executed for something he and his mother did.
But since my heart doesn't have a brain, it is stupidly moaning his departure. He is our mate,
