A Mate's Revenge
“Over the years she’d become almost proud of the ability. She liked watching him lose his cool because it meant for that split second, and for however long he raged, he wasn’t in control. And control was something he demanded. Causing him to lose it, the one thing he valued above all else, was all that really brought her joy anymore.
She didn’t even blink as Jax threw a dining chair into the wall, shattering and splintering the wood.
“Last I knew, Avan was allowed to come and go as she pleased.” Besh kept her voice a dull monotone. Not because she worried about riling him further, but because she didn’t care enough to put any inflection in it.
Her mate faced the wall with hands on hips, breathing like a bull.
“That,” his voice snapped like a whip, “was until your brother disappeared.”
“He didn’t disappear. And nobody believes he did just because you say so.”
Slowly, he turned around. “What did you say to me?”
Damn it. This was turning into something worse than just a blown temper.
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