VINCENT.
It's always him.
Every single time.
No matter what we were talking about, no matter what was happening around us, her thoughts always found their way back to him.
Noah.
The mere thought of his name was enough to make irritation coil tightly inside my chest.
Sometimes, I found myself wondering if there was something I was missing.
Something nobody else could see.
Because the way Maria constantly worried about him, thought about him, and defended him made me question everything.
I was beginning to think he might actually be her mate and not the quadruplets.
The thought alone irritated me…more than irritated me, It infuriated me.
But regardless of whatever connection she thought she had with Noah, I didn't want her thinking about anybody else.
I wanted her attention on me.
Only me.
Was that really so difficult?
It shouldn't be.
It really shouldn't be.
Yet somehow, Noah always found a way to occupy her thoughts.
