Chapter 41 “Ihhhate Y…You”
- Saige’s [POV]
- Regret is a foul taste in my mouth as I fumble with the lock on the bar's front door.
- Jerking my head around, my eyes clash with Dariel’s green stare as he sprints toward me. Another growl rumbles up his throat, the sound so visceral I feel it brush against my chest. I hadn’t believed he would take one look at me and shift, even after what I’d heard him shout before.