I sweep my gaze over the two people in his bed. Him and her. Her and him. I fucking told him where things stood with Hunter. I fucking told him she was mine. But I saw the way he touched her earlier. It was instinctive, like it was second nature to protect her. And I saw the way she looked at him. I recognized that look. It’s how she used to look at me, always. It’s how she still looks at me on the darkest nights.
