Page 93 of Mystic's Sunrise

“Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t get to run after her.”

My pulse roared in my ears, my body locked so tight I thought I might snap. She was still smiling, still playing the role of the perfect, conniving, manipulative bitch she had always been. I had let her get away with it for too long.

But not tonight.

I ripped my arm free, my voice a growl. “Not now.”

She tsked, shaking her head like I was some unruly pet that needed discipline. “Oh, sweetheart, but it is now.”

The smirk returned. “What, you thought I would just stand back and do nothing?"

My fists clenched. “Chelsea—”

“You thought you could replace me?”

My entire body went still.

And she saw it.

Of course, she fucking saw it. She stepped closer, lowering her voice just enough so only I could hear. “Tell me, Kain,” she murmured. “How did it feel? Watching her walk away?”

My breathing turned sharp, uneven.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You really thought you deserved something good, didn’t you?"

I moved before I thought. Grabbed her wrist—hard, not enough to hurt, but enough to pull her in. Enough to makeit clear—we weren’t doing this here. Her eyes flashed with something close to excitement.

She loved this.

Loved knowing she could still get a reaction out of me.

I exhaled sharply, my voice low and clipped. “Outside. Now.”

She arched a brow. “Make me.”

I did.

She didn’t flinch. She never did. But that smirk? It twitched.

The moment the night air hit me, I released her with a shove and inhaled deep, trying to force some of this rage out of my system. It didn’t work.

The bitch stood there smiling at me.

Of course, she would. She lived for this shit.

“What the fuck was that?” I snarled, rough, all teeth and venom.

She gave an exaggerated sigh, crossing her arms. “That was me reminding you who you belong to.”

A sharp, bitter laugh ripped from my throat. “The fuck I do.”

I stepped closer, close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to meet my eyes. She didn’t look scared. Because she thought she still had a hold on me.

She was wrong.

“It’s over,” I ground out. “We’re done. We’ve been done. You fuckin’ agreed when I talked to you yesterday.”

She let out a scoff. “Oh, please and you believed me? We’re still married, Kain and that’s not going to change. Wouldn’t want me showing that tape, now would you?”

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