**Madalynn's POV
“Behar, it's late. Why don't we go to bed?" My mate was checking the map at the desk. I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.
He moved my arms away a bit harshly. “Not now."
His tone wasn't as sweet as a couple days ago. I clenched my fists. It was all Rosalie's fault! That b*tch…
“We almost had them," Behar's gaze landed at a spot on the map where we had trapped Rosalie and Ethan a couple of days ago.
I gritted my teeth. “That f*cking b*tch!"
Behar narrowed his eyes and glanced at me. “Your plan failed, and father isn't happy about it."
I was growing tired of hearing him complain about the failure of our previous attack, chasing Rosalie out of the temple.
In fairness, it was just as much his fault as it was mine that it didn't work.
How the f*ck
