Eira's POV
That bastard Rafe infuriated me again, this time by daring to claim my cat as his own.
Just like in the past, when he used to tease me until I wanted to smash his face, I felt the same rage burning through me now. But I knew I was powerless.
I wished that bastard Vampire would starve for blood and die.
And why did he always say I stank? No one else had ever said that to me. I knew I didn't. But that asshole… he must have a rotten nose to keep spitting such insults.
While I was trying to calm myself, Roman came to me. Obviously with his pretentious care, which I hated but had to bear with. He must have forgotten the times he bullied me, to now dare and act like he cared.
And the other three were no better. I wished they could vanish into thin air and stop forcing me to breathe the same air as them.
