Ella.
I stood there in the suffocating silence of the room, my heart hammering against my ribs as I looked between them.
I really could not believe that Lugard had actually resorted to violence, striking his own flesh and blood out of pure, unadulterated jealousy.
A sharp spark of anger flared within me. I was thoroughly pissed off by his behavior, but almost instantly, a heavy wave of guilt crashed over me.
A profound sadness settled deep in my chest at the realization that I was the very reason these brothers—a trio that should have stood united—were tearing each other apart.
Why was this so difficult for them?
Couldn't they all just find a way to accept the undeniable reality that the moon goddess had mated me to the three of them?
"She is my mate too!" Lawrence's voice boomed once more, echoing fiercely against the walls of the enclosed space. "You have to get used to that fact!"
The air turned to ice.
