Clara’s mouth is wide enough open to catch flies, eventually changing her focus to the spilt water. As she begins to mop up, one of the servants appears with towels. Unbusying Clara’s hands, unable to get away from the awkward encounter. “I tease Clara. We expected no less from our son and mate. What else would two mates do when sharing a bed” Curtis looks pleased with himself as if his masterful conjured plan comes together. Curtis and Valorie strongly believe that having a mate in their son’s life was a good distraction. Even better with their predicament, just because they were mates doesn’t mean Clara will choose him. They had two plans set up. One was to keep their son distracted long enough over the next several months, as he fawns over his mate. Though if she does choose him as her
