Zayden's POV :
The cut in my arm wouldn't heal even after an hour and the sting of silver burning up my flesh made me grit my teeth to prevent the screams of pain from escaping. I didn't want my mate's mother thinking I was a p***y. Not that they were weak or anything. They only made a man weak. f**k. The silver is making me loopy. I swear I'm not like this.
Speaking of my mate's mother, she hadn't spoken a word in the presence of Espona but kept her angry eyes trained on her. If looks could kill, she would be sixty feet under, in hell. And I would be right along side her if she knew my ex-intentions with her daughter. Although, I'm pretty sure that I would be struck between fear and lust if her daughter were to give me one of those looks. Cause angry chicks are hot. Angry Ionora is even
