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BLOOM’S POV

I wasn’t familiar with the voice but I felt my mate’s body language. He was wound tight like he was about to spring up and pounce on a prey. He moved in front of me and blocked my view of the visitor. Looking out from behind Grey, I saw two people, not one like I expected to see, and they turned out to be familiar faces.

One was my former mate, the one who had contributed to my trauma in not a not so little way. And the other was the bane of my existence. Cecily.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” My mate growled, and I clenched my fist so hard my nail pierced into my skin.

“Bloom, so nice to see you,” Cecily greeted in a fake sweet voice and an even faker smile.

I blanked my face, and looked at Cecily long enough to make her uncomfortable before speaking, “I can’t say the same about you,” watching with satisfaction as the smile fell off her face. If I wasn’t trying to maintain a cool appearance, I would have laughed. She must have thought I was still the same girl sh