ELENA.
He didn't answer me immediately; I asked, and he turned his back and walked over to where his phone was. He started tapping on his phone and wondered if this man just ignored me to be on his phone.
"Come on, look at it," he said, and I went closer to see what he was referring to.
It was a picture of a woman who looked older than I and even him. Then I saw the resemblance.
"Your mum," I whispered.
"Yup, and do you look anything like her?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"Good," he said and dropped the phone on his table.
"So what is this? Why do you call me that?"
"Because I can, ma. Because I want to, and because that's what comes to mind anytime I see you. I—I—"
What? Was the great and ruthless Lycan King stammering?
"Maybe it's an endearment," he rushed out, and I almost
