I looked at her. The woman who called herself Catherine and claimed to somehow be Edward’s mistress. That wasn’t possible. Edward was my mate and she couldn’t be his mistress.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Are you deaf or something?!” She asked me rudely. “I just told you I am The future Lycan King’s mistress and you are opening your lousy brown mouth to say excuse me?!”
Had she just called my mouth brown?! I had my sisters make comparisons with our complexions,but never in my entire life had I had someone use a word at me. She had just called my mouth brown. And it made me angry. Very angry.
“Look here. I don’t know who you are and frankly I don’t care to know.” I pointed my finger at her and my bangles jiggled. “But I will not have you insult me. Be warned!”
“Your majesty please be calm.”
