Chapter 27

Jarod opened his eyes, finding himself in his bed. He sensed something had gone awry, a situation that would incite his rage. Although he didn't know the details, he felt the disturbance. He turned toward the slumbering figure beside him, drew her naked body closer, and initiated a kiss. It was a way to release the pent-up anger within him.

He buried himself in her warmth, but it couldn't fill the void he felt. It wasn't the same warmth he once found when he sought pleasure from his long-deceased supposed mate. Something was amiss, and he vowed to get to the bottom of it. He wouldn't rest until he had answers, and the satisfaction he derived from it would be his reward. He had much to do, and the best time to start was now. He left the bed, got dressed, and left his companion to recover from their encounter. A smug smirk played on his lips; he had old friends to visit.

ANNABELLE’S POV

I paced my room, consumed by rage. I was not just angry; I was seething. The two people I had trusted