330. Smothered – Part 2

~ CASIMIR ~

I stood there, gaping, as my mate, my wife, the mother of my child, cursed under her breath, then stormed away.

I snapped my fingers at Sven, and two other guards and sent them after her, but I still didn’t go back into the dining room. I waited, watching, as they surrounded her while she stomped down the hall.

And my chest got tighter and tighter with every step she took without looking back at me.

I just need some space, Cazz—you remember what that feels like, right?

I did. I remembered exactly how that felt. And it terrified me. Because I needed space like that when I’d cared about her but didn&r