Finn

“You’re back, Damon.” My mate’s voice trembled with relief as she spotted me. She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her face against my chest. The familiar scent of her hair washed over me.

“Yes," I muttered, feeling Nina’s intense gaze on us from across the room. Her anger was palpable in her tense stance and clenched fists.

I didn’t fucking care.

Pulling Scarlett closer, I leaned in and kissed her deeply. She melted against me with a soft ...