Tiana tightened her hold around him, a smirk playing on her lips as she nestled closer. The sight made my stomach turn.
I forced a smirk, letting sarcasm drip from my voice. "This mansion has plenty of rooms. Surely you could find one for your make-out sessions."
Ashton shot to his feet, facing me with a scowl. "What the hell are you nagging about? I'm just tending to Tiana's battle injuries! Stop making a big deal out of nothing."
"I hope you don't mind Ashton doing this for me, sister," Tiana cooed, lips curled into a pout that only made her smugness more obvious.
I glanced at her, noticing the tiny scar on her arm—a scratch, something a simple bandage could handle. She could easily tend to it herself.
A bitter smirk tugged at my lips as memories came rushing back. I remembered the night I was attacked by a rogue, how life flashed before my eyes.
Desperately, I had tried to reach out to Ashton, mind-linking him repeatedly, only to be neglected and ignored.
My final attempt managed to connect, but before I could even plead for help, his furious voice cut through. "Stop bothering me, you Omega! Whatever you need from me isn't worth my time!"