Chapter 75. Mate Thief

“You’re a thief, Cassidy!”

“I’m a what?” I snorted.

Hestia's hands clutched the cold metal railing of the cell, her eyes burning with anger as she snarled at me. “You're a fucking stealer. You stole Zarion away from me!” She pointed accusingly at my boyfriend, who remained composed, unaffected by her outburst.

‘She’s just a whining child,’ he mind-linked me.

I shrugged, and couldn't help but chuckle at her accusation. “I'm a... what? A stealer? A thief? Aren't you talking about yourself?” I shot back, finding amusement in her desperate attempts to provoke me.

Her snarls only intensified. Pounding her fists against the railing in frustration.

“Not that I want your husband anyway,” I continued, not allowing her to get a word inside my heart again. Their trickery about my Mamita being dead is enough. “Now that he finds you useless, you're trying to leech off my husband by pulling some stunt? You're a fucking whore, Hestia!”

“Fuck you!” she shri