Ragnor
My fist crumpled the photograph but the image had already burned itself into my mind.
A man's body stretched over hers and her copper hair spilled across the pillow beneath her.
I shoved the photograph into my trench coat pocket as jealousy ignited hot and ugly in my veins.
Who was that bastard? The angle obscured most of his face and the uncertainty gnawed at me raw. Was she seeing him? Was he her lover? Was he the reason she had wanted to die?
The door flew open and Reign stormed inside, his hazel eyes sweeping across the room before locking onto the bed.
"Shit." The curse exploded from him as he rushed forward, his eyes widening as he took in her condition.
Ryker appeared a second later and strode into the room. "We heard what happened. This better not be some pathetic trick she's pulli—"
