Leilani.
By Monday, I resumed at work as if everything that happened over the weekend never did. Like I never had to face my idiotic mates who refused to reject me. Like I never had to undergo the unnerving torture of living through them fucking another woman only hours later.
Ha!
That's a lie!
I was still stewing from all the happenings of the weekend. Still mad at the stupid triplets I was cursed to be mated with. My skin was still blistered in places I'd scratched in desperation, while I tried to fight the searing ache burning through my skin, and the anguish spreading through my veins like fire.
And as clapback, I spent all of Sunday perfecting the programming language prototype I've been pushing off for a while now. The software that had all the features their recently acquired one; 'TRAGUS' did and more.
Wayyy more.
