Chapter 36
After Samson practically ran into his bedroom and shut himself into it, he tossed his suit coat over the back of the armchair in the corner of the room and untucked his shirt as he walked into his bathroom. He went over to the sink and turned on the cold water. Leaning down, he filled his hands with the rushing cold water and splashed his hot flushed face.
“We should return to our mate!” the voice cried out.
“Our mate? I hate to break it to you bud, but our mate is dead.” Samson replied out loud.
“Dead? What? No, she’s not. I can feel her. She is alive, and we should go to her. She is hurting,” the voice replied.
“You know, you have a lot of nerve just showing up out of nowhere claiming to know who our mate is. I’ve been in this body a hell of a lot longer than you have
