“Yes. You’re lovers, aren’t you?”
My mouth gaped.
“It’s all right,” Fleur continued. “We understand how you healed them. The sooner they are better, the sooner we can be a family again.”
“Though not in the village,” Muriel said. “Perhaps we can live in a hut closer to the Berserkers.”
Now I couldn’t breathe for shock.
Fleur leaned in conspiratorially. “Muriel has an interest in one of the wolves. A young red one. He’s not of this pack--he was sneaking around here and is actually a spy for Brenna’s pack...long story.”
I was reeling. “You...have an interest in one of these brutes?”
“They’re not brutes,” Muriel defended.
Fleur winked at me.
“Anyway, your men are very beautiful,” Muriel said after sticking her tongue out at her twin. Not so grown up, then.
“They’re not my men…” I flo
