Fated Mates

That was it.

He just crossed the line. Did he just remind her of that night, the night when she shamelessly forced herself on him and he shamelessly took her?

The night that begets her child. The best gift she could ever ask for. That night they shared alone behind closed wasn't a weakness if that was Gonzalo’s thoughts. It was a source of joy.

Yet, a wave of shame washed over River at his words. Remembering how stupid she was when she snuck into his room made a blush creep up her neck.

The memory of that night– knocked over in a moment of vulnerability and fueled by potent emotions was something she'd tried desperately to bury.

But Gonzalo's words unearthed it, bringing back the searing pain of the rejection that followed. A blazing fury took hold of her like the moon took over the sky at night, overriding the shame she felt.

Allowing her emotions to take the best of her, she lunged across the table behind them, grabbing the half-full bottle of wine that belonged to the patrons