“I’m in a bit of a hurry,” I managed to say. “Is something wrong?”
Diana pursed her lips, pretending to weigh the question. “Well, yes,” she said. “Your wife.”
My wolf growled—and a part of me that wasn't quite him did, too.
“She’s just always breathing down my neck,” Diana complained. “She—”
“If you’re referring to her asking you not to be rude to the house staff last night, I stand by what she said,” I replied.
Her eyes went wide—the way they always did whenever I took Kat’s side over hers. “But... but that maid stained my shirt!”
“It’s just a shirt, Diana. No matter what it cost, you don't have the right to humiliate someone. Now—”
“Yeah, well. Let’s get straight to the point. When are you dumping her sad ass?”
Ice locked around my heart. Ice, and hope, and confusion. All of a s
