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It wasn’t a lie, but I didn’t understand why it didn’t hurt her. How the smoke surrounded us and danced on her skin. It only did that with my mate.
And that’s why William wanted to talk to me. He knew this.
“Is she your mate?” William asked the second the door closed behind Joanne.
Running my fingers through my hair, I shook my head, searching for that bottle of whiskey, and grumbled, “how the hell should I know?”
“But you like her?”
I scoffed, pouring myself a glass. Did I like her? No, it was much more than that. Could I love her? Yes, but did I now?
“I love her, William,” I said, and Logan purred in agreement.
He grabbed my glass, and I sighed, pouring another. “I don’t blame your mate for what happened,” I said.
“Yes, you do.”
“I did once, but not anymore.” It w
