Raphael had shattered my heart into tiny little shards and they were hurting me. Never in all of our time together had he so much as mentioned engagement. And now he had found a pretty, empty-headed idiot and he was going to marry her. Why her? What was she giving him that I hadn’t?

The answer came to me in a painful burst. She was there for him. I hadn’t been. I’d shut him out. I’d thought he would wait while I sorted myself out. My own damn fault.

I leaned forward, my voice steady. “Are you high?”

“What?”

“Did you smoke something before you decided it was a good idea to flaunt her in front of me? Maybe you ate some weird-looking mushrooms?”

He smiled at me. It was a brilliant Raphael grin, sharp like the edge of his knives.

“You know I could kill her before you could stop me.”

“No danger of that,” he said. “That would mean you’d act like a shapeshifter and we all know that’s not going to happen.”

Ouch. “My memory must be malfunctioning. I don’t remember your being this cruel.”

“People change,” he said. “Did you expect everyone to pause their lives while you were having your little pity party? Was I supposed to sit there and wait like a good boy, until you were ‘in a good place’?”

It hurt so much, I was beginning to go numb. “I didn’t bar my door. My phone still worked. If you wanted to get in touch, you could have.”

“Please! You think I have no pride? I loved you, I cared for you, I offered you a place in the Pack beside me, and you betrayed everything that was important to me. How did that turn out for you, Andrea? Was it worth it?”

I winced. “No. It wasn’t.”

“My door wasn’t barred either.”

He had saved it all up since the night we’d fought. Now everything was coming out.

“You betrayed me, you let the Order treat you like shit, and then you hid in your apartment. That wasn’t the Andrea I knew. I thought I could count on you. I thought you had my back.” His face was a furious mask. “I would’ve done anything for you.”

I would have done anything for him, too. If it had been him in that Wolf House, I would’ve run there so fast, the entire Order wouldn’t have been able to stop me. My other self was howling in my ears, loud, so, so loud…

“You spat on everything I am. You picked the knights over my people, which means you picked your precious Order over me.”

I was shaking, straining to contain myself. My body struggled to counteract the stress, betraying me.

“Anything to say?”

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”