Petunia
After Catarina left the dining room, I descended on her beef. Her goblet had been drained dry. Misonara glowered at me. “What?”
“Must you antagonize her? You’re older than her by a couple decades. And she’s the princess of the clan.”
I waved my hand away. “She’s just easy to rile up. You can’t fault me for that.”
Nara crossed her arms. “And about you trying to bite her mate?”
Of course, she would bring that back up. I apologized. Albeit insincerely. I rolled my eyes. “I apologized. Not my fault she didn’t accept it. I said I didn't know. Drop it.” It was annoying that handsome human was her mate. Those eyes were hypnotic. I could get lost in them.
Nara said something. I half listened to her. “Of course.” I knew what she had said. It was always the same thing with them. ‘Be on
