Amira –
“What do you want, Malcolm? Can’t I lie in my daughters’ room? Or are you jealous of what memories I have left of her?” Malcolm bumped my shoulder as he walked past me.
“The guard heard you talking to someone. I am here to make certain you don’t have any other men here. Looks like you were playing with dolls. Aren’t you a little old for that?” Malcolm glared at me with his normal hatred in his eyes.
“Why does it look like the blankets are slightly imprinted on them?” He stared at me with accusation in his eyes.
“That is my butt print, Malcolm's. Are you so insecure that a simple butt print on my daughter's quilt makes you think I am having s*x with whomever? Believe me, I have kept my mate bond, and I have also kept my promise to you. Now let my mate free!” I yelled at him,
