Rhett
As soon as I left Slater's room, I finally let the tears I'd been desperately holding back run down my cheeks.
Cian, my wolf, was howling with pain inside my chest; he'd liked Cha—Eamon so much that he craved his presence every day, not to mention the pain in my chest stopped whenever I was around him.
Would I ever get used to coming to terms with the fact that Eamon was also Charis? I knew there was a feminine aura around him that I'd ignored back then, but now, I wish I'd listened to my instincts.
The signs had been in plain sight.
I unbuttoned the top buttons on my shirt, feeling suffocated suddenly. My mind kept replaying every moment I'd shared with Eamon. Every laugh, every tender touch, every kiss, and how he conveyed his feelings about me through his actions, too.
All of it had been nothing but a lie. The boy I thought I was falling for didn't exist. He was a phantom, an illusion designed to deceive everyone around him.
