Adrian's POV
The Rose Heaven's top floor. Dusk bleeding across the sky like an open wound.
I arrived as the sun kissed the horizon goodbye, wearing my armor—a black suit tailored to perfection, sunglasses hiding what I couldn't afford to reveal.
She'd always been able to read me too easily, my perceptive little mate. Ex-mate. Soon-to-be ex-mate.
*Mate,* Raze corrected viciously. *She'll always be our mate. You can't change that with a piece of paper.*
I forced him back, shoving him deep into the recesses of my mind where his howling wouldn't shatter what little control I had left.
Lina's voice reached me, soft as silk, careful as someone approaching a wounded animal. "Alpha Storm. It's been a while."
Alpha Storm. Not Adrian. Not the endearment she'd whispered against
