“That's enough, Valerie.” I groan, trying not to yell at her. “Let's eat, you’ll ruin my appetite.”
“I think—”
“I said it was enough,” I warn. “We will not speak of her, she will eat with the others.”
“Killian, honey..” Ariella touches my arm, her fingers brushing over my bicep. “She’s your mate, you can’t make her eat with the maids, I mean she already lives with them, she needs to be here.”
“Ariella—”
“Just let her eat with us,” she pouts. “It’s just a meal after all. She might feel better after seeing some familiar faces.”
“I’ll carve her face out,” Valerie remarks, proceeding to sip wine like nothing was said. That statement alone proves that Raelynn shouldn’t be having dinner with us. The second she sits down, Valerie will have knives flying at her, and I’ll be widowed before I’
