DONOVAN'S POV
I hadn't slept.
Not a single hour.
Because I couldn't forget the way Amanda's mouth had felt on me. The warmth. The hesitation. The way she'd looked up at me with those eyes—half terrified, half something else entirely.
And I couldn't forget the way she'd looked sitting in Steven's car, running away from me like I was something to escape.
The moment I'd seen her climb into that passenger seat, something inside me had snapped. My Amanda. In his car. Like she belonged there.
She never learns.
Or maybe she did. Maybe she genuinely liked that bookish bastard.
Jealousy had eaten me alive. I hadn't thought—I'd just acted. Chasing them down. Cutting them off. Trying to force them off the road like a madman.
Because my mate belonged in my car. Not anyone
