Romaldo
The bastard had terrible timing!
Romaldo ground his teeth as he stood behind Maxith, his twin blocking the perfect view of his mate. He'd been waiting for the moment Irabel stepped out of the cottage, and then Maxith just had to be there.
A low, appreciative whistle rang throughout the garden, leaving a bitter taste in Romaldo's mouth.
Damn Maxith. That was supposed to be his moment. His appreciation.
This was supposed to be her day. Her birthday, and Romaldo was meant to make it special. Instead, his twin was ruining everything.
"You look... absolutely stunning," Maxith breathed.
Romaldo's fingers curled into fists. He would have gladly taken his twin's head then, if not for the flicker of Irabel's gaze. She looked past Maxith. Past the distraction.
To him.
Was she sear
