Self-Realization
Twenty-Six: Duma
It has been a couple of days since Raff had barged in here and had his guards hold her down while drugging Ryan just to snag a personal item from him. I’m in the kitchen area getting together a couple of sandwiches for me and the kid when someone enters that I absolutely hate. I look over at her and feel the anger rise. Why the hell is she down here when she has her own kitchen in the rooms that were given her. I watch as she sashays towards me. I growl as I turn to put the fixings back in the frig.
Desiree is over at the coffee pot when I hear her open her overworked mouth. “Hey Duma, how’s everything going” I look over at her not really understanding why she is talking to me. Isn’t it enough that she is bedding my Fated Mate. I grind my teeth at that
