~Amelia~
While Kaden dealt with Blake, I had some unfinished business with Mara.
She got to her feet slowly, one hand pressed to her side, blood at the corner of her mouth, and looked at me like she could not decide whether to spit on me or laugh.
That look alone pissed me off.
The bitch had come to my mating ceremony, helped turn it into a battlefield, tried to get at the women behind my shield, and was still standing there acting like I was the inconvenience.
She dragged her eyes over me from head to toe, taking in the torn white dress, my hair half falling loose, the blood on my skin, and the hand I still had protectively over my stomach.
Then she smiled.
“So this is her,” she said, sounding underwhelmed. “I was expecting someone...more you know.”
I stared at her.
Then I laughed.
Because truly, what the fuck was that.
That seemed to annoy her.
“What?” she snapped.
