Tasha’s eyes snapped to me like she could hear my thoughts.
“Oh my f*****g God,” she spat. “You’re just standing there like you’re the victim while he’s groping you in front of me like it’s normal. Like I’m supposed to just stand here and smile while the girl who shared my bed, my clothes, my life, takes the one man who was never supposed to look at you like that!”
Her voice cracked. Her mascara ran. But her rage? It didn’t stop. It got louder. Sharper. Meaner.
“You know what? I don’t give a f**k if he’s your mate,” she shouted, her voice climbing so high it made my head spin.
“I don’t care if the f*****g Moon Goddess herself came down and tattooed his name on your p***y. I don’t care how sacred, how spiritual, how magical your bond is supposed to be. Because guess what, Lyra? If I wa
