Hardheaded

WINTER'S POV

"What was I thinking?" Did I believe Rafael would eventually come to me? Why would he even want to do that?

I agree that this was the pinnacle of my foolishness.

Rafael had warned me to stay away. He had explicitly said that I meant nothing to him, and he wouldn't even bat an eye if I died. He might as well have been the first to light my funeral pyre! Damn it! The rejection between us was final, and perhaps I should have taken the hint and stopped crossing paths with him. But for the life of me, I didn't know why I kept doing so.

I wasn't prepared for the pain, the overwhelming surge of emotion that blinded me when I saw them together earlier. I had wanted to discuss the Vordrak Lycan, the hunters' warning, but I wish I hadn't wasted my energy.

I wished I had stayed in the room to meditate on the thoughts myself!

The image of him between Vivian's thighs would forever be etched in my mind. I would never forget that. Glancing around the room, including the bed we once shar