Uhm…
Not going to lie, Veronica has the
face-and the curves. Before Ester, I wouldn't have turned down what she offered me. But now? Not a single cell in my body is interested. Every part of me belongs to my mate.
And let's not forget the mental image of Ester in full Acacia mode- mutilating me. The thought alone sent a shudder through me. Don't underestimate her; she's fully capable of such labor.
I shot Veronica a flat look, digging deep for patience. She wasn't going to leave on her own. Either I dragged her out, or I knocked some sense into her.
"To the living room. Now," I ordered, leaving no room for argument before spinning on my heel and walking away.
She trotted behind me and plopped herself onto the couch. I sat at the farthest end, horrified as she crawled into my lap. Ser
