Erica's POV
"Get off me," I hiss at Chris and his blue eyes look down on me painfully.
Carefully he removes himself from my body and sits at the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap like a scolded child. Wrapping myself in the blanket, I stand up from the bed and back away towards the door.
"Don't any of you touch me," I snarl at them.
"Erica," Bryce gets up from the bed and tries to come to my side.
"Stay there," I yell at him.
Bryce freezes in his steps and doesn't come any closer to me. He raises his hands in the air and sits back on the bed.
"You think after years of torture and abuse, that I am just going to forget it because you are my mates?" I scoff. "You all are delusional."
"Told you this was a mistake," Chris says angrily.
"A mistake," I laugh.
