Lilia POV
Her mother and Jude.
It was one thing to suspect, or hear Ravyn talk about it, another to stumble upon them when they were on their way to mating right there on the woven sisal rug.
“Eavesdropping?” Ravyn questioned, with a guilty look on her face.
“It is my house,” Lilia snarled. “I’m the Luna, and I’ll listen wherever and whenever I please.”
It was a childish remark, but she felt like a teenager catching her parents having s*x–except she’d never had the opportunity, d*mn her father, whatever his reasons for staying away.
Ravyn slipped out of Jude’s arms and climbed down, making a graceful landing. Did she ever do anything less than perfectly?
Again, it was childish, but Lilia felt like a child.
“Jude, I’ll meet you as we agreed later,” Ravyn said softly.
Giving Lilia
