Even the Luna gave me a curious look, though hers soon softened into a slow smile. Bella, on the other hand, stood frozen in place. For a second, I realized she had probably thought Osborne was the one walking in, that would explain the warm smile she had worn a moment ago.
"It seems I do smell like my mate," I answered.
Bella's hand clenched into a fist as she scoffed. "Mate? I see you're under some delusion that my Osborne is your mate."
That stung. Nobody had the right to call Osborne theirs. Still, I bit down on my tongue and stayed quiet.
"There's no need for this," the Luna said lightly, "at least both of you should sit."
I obeyed and lowered myself onto the empty chair. Bella, however, refused. "I will not sit with this... thing," she sneered, pointing directly at me.
Osborne'
