Chapter 82: A Mistress
(Grace's POV)
The Silver Moon Cafe was alive with activity, its warm lighting doing little to soothe the chill I felt sitting across from Victoria. Despite the cafe's cozy atmosphere, there was nothing but tension between us. I could feel her pheromones, aggressive and charged, subtly but deliberately pressing against my senses.
"Just water, please," I told the waitress politely as I sat down. My voice remained calm, though I refused to meet Victoria’s knowing gaze. I had no interest in any refreshments, and truthfully, my pregnancy limited my choices.
Victoria's lips twitched as if suppressing a laugh. Her emerald eyes held a glint of amusement as she spoke, her words dripping with mock concern. "Water, Grace? Feeling under the weather, are we? You look… tir
