As soon as the door was closed, Bell fell back against it. She took several deep breaths slowly through her nose to keep her heartbeat even. Then, she squeezed her hand into a fist, her nails digging painfully into her palm.
‘Breathe…’ she thought to herself. ‘Breathe…’
The panic was settling. She pushed herself off the door and moved to the counter, leaning on her hands against the cold surface. Bell lifted her gaze to the mirror.
The look in her eyes was frightened and angry.
“Stop…” she whispered as softly as she could. Taking another deep breath.
A warm irritation of oncoming tears made her close her eyes and hang her head.
The deep knot in her stomach left her feeling frustrated, angry, and confused.
‘Galen is not him…’ she told herself. ‘He would never…’
She gripped the counter tightly, clenching her jaw as she desperately tried to hold the door of her memories shut.
Every moment with Galen was the complete opposite of her time with her mate.
