Deep down, I’ve always known there was something fishy about Annabelle. The way she held herself sometimes, the way her scent made my nostrils flare when she was angry, both weren’t normal.
“I should have known!” I said accusingly while eying her with ire, my eyes going black, my beast seconds away from the surface.
She might be my mate and all, but it was her kind trying to slaughter ours. Her king was on the verge of starting an all-out war.
What was I supposed to think?
Besides, I had come out of the closet for her. Surely, she could have done the same.
If I had mattered to her of course. But it was obvious that I was of no importance.
“Ethan,” she began in a weak voice that wasn’t like the vampire she was supposed to be. “What are you talking about?”
“Save it!” I cut in, m
