Slowly, Deucalion backed away from his second in command and put away his claws. "You're right. I don't want a mate. But for future reference, Sebastian, I don't want you poking into my personal life. What little I have of one, I want to keep private. And Allies is now a part of it."
He raised an eyebrow at the nickname but didn't comment. Instead, "And what if she comes to me?"
"Then be generic. Lie. I don't care. Just don't encourage her to think that there could ever be anything between us. We've come to an agreement, and I'm okay with where we stand. Don't f**k that up by giving her ideas that she can be the Beauty to my Beast. It won't happen. Ever."
Leaning back against the counter, Sebastian took a long pull from his beer. Deucalion knew he was about to say something he wouldn't
