I hated them for laughing.
Then I hated myself for hating them.
Then I hated the triplets.
Then that hurt too.
Because Kian’s face flashed in my head before I could stop it.
The way he had looked at me at the party.
The stupid, impossible, almost-soft thing in his eyes.
We’d both been betrayed by the matebond. My sister was tied to three rogues who had kidnapped her. And I hadn’t been mated to the first man I ever felt a true connection with.
I pressed my nails into my palms until pain sparked.
Itaca paced under my skin, restless and furious, her golden eyes fixed on one thought and one thought only.
Find our sister.
Except the ugliest part of me whispered that we were not racing to save her from strangers.
Maybe we were racing to save her from her mates.
Silly me and my roma
