Chapter 40. Jealousy

Rowland’s POV

My hands immediately dove inside his shirt and rove around to calm him, like he loved it, only to come back to his chest buttons when I felt something round and steely cold between my fingers.

My eyes widened when I realized what they were and hugged him tighter, close to me. My gift! He was wearing back my gift!!

By now, Dante was a hot sobbing mess and violently shaking in my arms.

“It’s ok, baby. It’s ok,” I cooed as I hugged him beneath his shirt to give him all the warmth that I could and let him bury his face in my neck.

I kept whispering sweet nothings in his ear and only when his sobs smoothed into quiet hiccuping breaths, did he manage to squeeze out, “H-hate ‘em,” he hiccuped and tried to wriggle out of my grip.

“Hate what?” I a