My throat went dry that instant. My eyes darted from Lucas to Mrs Yvonne who was seemed eager for an answer. I cleared my throat, racking my head for what I was going to say.
“I asked a question,” she reminded of the same question I was thinking so hard to answer. I was still stunned at the fact she indirectly called Lucas an animal and also mute with no response to give her
“Uh…” I stared at Lucas to see if he was going to save me from the mess he put me in. “My mate” I blurted out when I realized I was alone.
Mrs Yvonne seemed to have picked interest in the conversation. She leaned closer, bringing her hands together. “You have a mate? I have always thought you were mateless. And what sort of mate does...”
It was then Lucas thought to save me. He cut her off before she could finish.
