“The mortal is your problem. Not mine.” Damn the sharp stab in his chest as his cold words betrayed his heart. The urge to rip out his own tongue had his hands curled into tight fists at his side. “Oh, she is very much your problem.” Zevander ignored him and kept on toward Rykaia. “Fuck it all, you stubborn bastard. She’s your mate, Zevander!”
