[IRIS POV]
"What did you do, Yvette?" I demanded, whirling around angrily to glare at her. I knew she must be responsible for this. There was no way my room would miraculously empty itself out while I was gone. "Is this your attempt to steal more of my clothes?"
Or my entire identity. I couldn't help but snarl. I had so little, and she had so much, but she still wanted my stuff. My mate.
Suddenly, a strong sense of possessiveness surged through me. Caius was mine. He went out to look for me, brought me back to the infirmary, and held my hands to save me, not her. She had no right to take him away. Anger started to build in my chest, and I had to clench my fists tightly to prevent myself from lashing out.
