Property of a Gordon

Chapter Forty Three (Kendall)

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Chapter Forty Three

Kendall's POV

I was preparing for a ball with what many would consider the nation's most eligible women, yet I would not be able to focus on any of them as a green-eyed tigress occupied my mind.

It was as if she were standing right next to me, piercing me with silent glares. I only wanted to comfort her with my touch that was reserved exclusively for her and inform her that I wanted nothing to do with them.

However, neither would happen because I had no desire to talk to her at the current moment. She had betrayed me, something I had not expected from my Protector, much less a woman I was intimate with.

Snowflake's nickname did not suit her well, I supposed. When I had first laid eyes upon her, she was the color of snow. She appeared light, despite the daring look in her eyes. I thought perhaps it was because of her ineffable environment that she was so resistant and that she would become sweet within time. I had never made a worse prediction in my life and did not think I could.

In all the time I had known her, that daring look has not left her eyes. It was always lingering there, watching and keeping everything in its view. She was also anything but light or sweet. Describing her with the two words today only made me laugh at the absurdness of it.

She was more bitter than sweet. She preferred snapping a remark than replying with a kind smile. Her expressions were filled with spices and salt, not sugar and flour. But the combination only seemed to deepen my affection towards her.

She was much too driven to be light. She was the type to run straight into things but only recall the consequences when it was too late. It was one of her larger flaws and what made her actions predictable.

The more I thought about her and her act of betrayal, the less it angered me. Given her personality, she was going to attempt to release the wolves sooner or later. Either way, her determination would make sure they were free of cages.

However, what caused my anger to return with an ample amount of sparks and heat was the mutt. His interest in her over the years had not faded but only grown.

Anyone who paid close enough attention would be able to tell. Not only this, but also that she encouraged it. She allowed him to be close to her, to touch or hold her, all of which he certainly did not have the right to do.

He had given up the right to do so when he left, leaving her behind for anyone to admire. If the mutt had given up the right then, he did not have it while she was mine to spoil, comfort, and hold.

Was she still considered mine after the horrid way I had treated her? To her, I was distant and cold. I did not give her a second of my time but instead chose to ignore her. To her, I was a man who no longer wanted her attention. In reality, however, I needed it.

The attempts to ignore her were simply impossible. Even when she was not in the same room as me, she was the center of my attention. In that way, my Snowflake was cruel. I had only cherished her for an increment of time, yet I wanted more and was sure of it.

Naturally, jealousy was a factor of my anger. Of all the people for her to commit such a crime with, she chose him. She reunited with him and snuck around with that mutt behind my back. That was what hurt the most. That was the reason I attempted to ignore her.

She would create noise in a realm of silence, and it took everything in me not to glance up at her. I would wait for the flicker of a second when she looked away before I glanced up to catch her image. I would then look away just as quickly and savor the image until I could catch yet another glimpse of her.