The two men stared at Suki in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” Reynard asked, his words sounding breathless.
Brendan stood and huffed, running his fingers through his hair. “This can’t be f*****g real. Are you messing with us? This is a joke?”
Reynard rolled his eyes. “Brendan, shut up for the sake of the Goddess.”
“Why don’t you make me, Mr Perfect,” he hissed.
Shooting to his feet, he flashed in front of Brendan and snarled, “Do you really think I won’t?”
“Bring it on,” he smirked.
Suki wedged herself between the two of them. “Stop!” Shoving her palms on each of their chests, she pushed them further apart. “Stop fighting, I’m sick of this!”
Her mates were silenced and watched her carefully. For a short while, no words were said; they all just stood there in the awkward silence
