Eryn POV
I walk down the hallway with the bouquet of roses in my arms. I am frustrated. Atticus and Cassie stormed off without letting me explain. The bouquet is so massive that I can't see over or around them. I shift them to the other arm when I bump into someone running down the hallway. I fall back on my ass and groan loudly.
The roses fall all over the floor, and I cuss under my breath as I get to my feet. Misty's eyes are wide with jealousy as she looks at the scattered flowers. "Are those from Atticus?" She whispers.
"What?" I laugh nervously. "Of course not. They are from my ex."
"Oh," Misty says. "He must be working hard to get you back."
"Yeah," I mumble under my breath. "With his mark on another woman's neck."
"Yikes," she gasps. "What does his mate think of
