Chapter 184 Hundred And Eighty Four

• RYAN'S POV.
• Insane. That’s the only word I can use for the way I feel right now. She’s sitting there, right in front of me, in the flesh, my mate, my bloody mate and she looks like glory itself. Every curve, every flicker of her lashes, every careless tilt of her head is mine, was meant for me. Yet she sits there as if I am nothing. As if the bond is a figment of my imagination.
• Her eyes don’t even meet mine. Empty. Cold. No flicker of recognition, no pull of the tether that has been strangling me since the day I laid eyes on her. It makes my stomach twist, makes my fingers tighten against the armrest of this damn chair. She dares. She dares sit there in Marcus’s company, laughing faintly at his words, her lips painted and glossy, mocking me without even looking at me.