Chapter TWENTY

Hardin’S POV If you ask me why I keep holding myself back from hitting her, I’ll have no reasonable answer to give you and it’s definitely not what you have on your mind. It’s not because she’s my mate. When I was young, my father used to talk bad about men who hit women. He called them weasels, I guess that’s why I always hold myself back when ever I want to hit her. I’m not a weasel. She was shivering from the cold and Adam kept insisting that I took her to somewhere warm or better still hug her at that instant but I pushed him aside. The last thing I’m ever going to do is comfort her or make her feel like I have a soft spot for her. I want her to fear me. I want her to feel guilty for what she did to her sister every time she looks at me. I’m so going to deal with her that only the sound of my name will get her down on her feet and trembling, that way she would understand that she messed with the wrong person. I take long strides towards the castle but I can still perceive the smell