“Luke?"
The voice belonged to a beautiful young woman. She had an emerald green dress on that complimented her skin. Her lips were full and her breasts were a lot perkier than one would deem natural.
“It feels like I haven't seen you in ages!" the unnamed woman said in her annoyingly shrill voice.
“Mary," Luke greeted. “How is your father?"
“Always so formal," she said with a laugh I'm pretty sure wasn't genuine. “My father's doing well. He asks me about you all the time."
My eyes darted between the two of them. Luke's bodily language wasn't exactly friendly, but hers definitely was.
“Men," she said, slowly turning to face me. “Always expecting ladies to pass on their pleasantries."
“Mary, this is Kiara," Luke introduced me. “My mate."
For a moment, I thought I saw anger cross her
