Cassie.
Trixie’s outburst caught both mine and Sansa’s attention. She jumped to her feet, huffing and puffing, and I could have sworn her eyes turned brighter than usual. It was as if a flip switched in her, and she was slowly spiraling from it. The guilt that filled me over her looking upset, tore at my heart. I had never meant to hurt her, and biting my bottom lip, the confidence I usually felt slowly dissipated.
“Trixie, I’m so sorry. Please don’t be upset.”
“Upset?!” She scoffed with laughter. “I’m not upset because I’m his mate.”
“What? Then what’s wrong?” Confused beyond belief, I tried to understand what was going on. Why was she acting like this if she wasn’t upset by the news?
