Third Person's POV
"I won't touch you. This is just to keep up appearances in front of Veronica," Cliff said in a low voice. His pheromones carried a tinge of helplessness, as if he surrendered to fate. His wolf eyes flickered with a dull light, like an extinguished campfire.
Vanya glanced between the bed and the sofa, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Turning to Cliff, she said firmly, "Then you're sleeping on the sofa!"
Her words carried an undeniable authority, her pheromones laced with a warning.
A flash of loneliness crossed Cliff's eyes, like a deserted wolf.
But he still replied softly, "Okay."
Obediently, he moved the pillows from the double bed to the sofa, his movements gentle as if not to disturb Vanya. He found a thin blanket and gently covered himself.
His pheromones car
