Sloane’s POV
Zia’s conflicted whine has me fighting the instinct to comfort the man who ruined us. His pain reaches for mine, dragging me toward emotions I have no desire to carry for him.
‘He’s hurting,’ Zia murmurs, her usual sharpness softening into a low, troubled whine, and I clench my jaw. I can’t let myself feel sorry for Kai, after everything he did. My wolf’s usual dry, biting sarcasm is completely gone, replaced by an ache for V. His ache is her ache.
Seeing somebody mention the hickeys on my neck, I close my phone, pulling in my lips.
The bell rings, and the sound jolts me back to the classroom. I keep my chin high and my eyes fixed on the board, continuing to take notes even after the professor leaves. Around me, papers shift, fingers tap against phone screens, and poisonou
