Candance's POV
When Camilla stretched out and caressed his arm, I wanted nothing more than to rend her to pieces. "Oakley dear," she said gently, fluttering her eyes at him.
"Yes," he said, refusing to shove her arm away or order her to back off. "Is there anything you need?" he asked.
She smirked at him, "We have a really long night ahead of us. You look gloomy my darling, you need to be more joyful for the ceremony later tonight." This time her eyes was on me.
Before I had time to stop and think, I blurted out, "What ceremony?" I was curious. What I am thinking shouldn't be what it is.
She grinned at me and I caught a glimpse of Oakley breathing gravely. "The mating ceremony, of course," she said.
I asked, trying not to let my preconceptions get the better of me. "Wha
