She gave him a strange look through those blue eyes as she bowed. "Apologies, your grace, for any insult."
Her scent was clean and crisp, sincere. He nodded. "Accepted." He looked around. "You know, Veronica, you're not relegated to this wall. You can come home."
Hugging her arms around herself, she shook her head. "It's best that I stay here. I can see more."
Deucalion gave her a hard stare. "You did miss my mating, which I overlooked because I had too much on my plate. But don't think I didn't notice. As a part of the pack and the leader of the witches, you're supposed to be at pack gatherings."
"I just thought with all the enforcers gone to the mating, someone should at least stay."
"Bullshit."
She sighed. "I like it out here. But honestly, I've been thinking that it's probably ti
