Mia.

A scorching stare fell on my body. It’s so hot that I have to glance in the direction of the glare, and there he is, my mate. No, my despised mate. He’s looking me down with a nasty stare. His eyes are filled with resentment. I can tell he’s mentally cutting me up in his head. He’s overcome with wrath. What is Miller’s problem?

Our gazes lock, but I quickly move away so I may dance with the guy. As we dance to the rhythm of the music, he holds my hips. He’s being thrown around the dance floor by none other than my mate before I realize it....