"You decided," he said, his voice dangerously low, "that you knew better than the mate bond. Better than the Moon Mother herself. You decided that this omega, my mate, deserved to be locked in a room with black mold. A room that could have killed her."
"We didn't know it was black—" one of them started, but Declan cut her off.
"You didn't know that mold was dangerous?" his voice rose, sharp as flaked stone. "You didn't know that damp sheets
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