“I was gathering information—”
“You contacted a doctor about suppressing my mate bond.” I keep my voice low and even because my daughter is three feet away colouring a purple wolf and I will not fall apart at this table. “And you didn’t mention it.”
“Em, I was trying to give you options. You’ve been living with this pull for six years and you never asked for it. I wanted you to know there’s a way to—”
“To what? Remove it? Cut out the part of me that responds to him so I respond to you instead?”
“That’s not—”
“Mama?” Mia looks up. “Why are you whispering angry?”
“I’m not angry, baby. Eat your dinner.”
“You’re doing the face. The one where your mouth is smiling but your eyes aren’t.”
“Mia. Please eat.”
She goes back to her wolf. But her crayon moves slower now. She’s listening. She
