"You can disappear all night, but I can’t?" My voice was cold, void of the warmth I had once offered him so freely.
Benedict flinched. I had never spoken to him like this before. We had been together for years, and in all that time, I had never once raised my voice at him. But now? I wanted to rip him apart.
I saw the shift in his expression, the flicker of guilt.
"You know, don’t you?"
His voice was too calm, too resigned. As if he had expected this moment to come.
Something inside me snapped. I swung my bag at him, my hands trembling with fury.
"How could you?!" My voice cracked as the words tore from my throat. "If you didn’t love me anymore, you could have let me go! But instead, you betrayed me!"
The image of him with her with another she-wolf tangled in his arms; their scents intertwined—flashed before my eyes. It shattered everything I thought I knew. Everything I thought we had.
Benedict caught my wrist, pulling me toward him. "Felicia, I’m sorry."
I wrenched away, tears burning down my cheeks. "Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!"
He clenched his jaw. "It was a mistake."