Demien's POV
I knew when Derek looked at his phone, then at Dylan and me, and stood up. I knew he was up to something. So the minute his feeling of pleasure filled our bond, I understood the exact message he received on the phone.
“I guess our little mate is more sneaky than I thought,” I said to Dylan who was already grinning.
“She is trying to beat you at your game,” Dylan chuckled.
“I didn't intend to let her off today. Maybe tomorrow,” I said.
“She would know by now that you are the meanest of us,” Dylan said.
“I am not mean. I don't just like to be disobeyed. Let's go check them up,” I said then got up from my seat. I wasn't angry but I wanted her to think that I was.
“Go easy on her Demien. She is just getting used to all this,” Dylan defended.
“I am not angry Dylan. Bu
