PAYTON LET OUT a frustrated squeak and rushed out of the room. Sam followed her and guided her into the family room. Payton paced the room.
Sam sat on the sofa and watched her. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Payton shook her head.
“It might help,” Sam pressed.
“Sam, I can’t talk to you about this.”
“Why not?”
“Things have changed.”
Sam frowned. “What things?”
Payton gave her an exasperated look.
“What?” Sam asked.
“This is not something you should be dealing with.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re… well… you’re Kade’s mate.”
“So?”
“He’s our king, Sam.”
Sam laughed. “So?”
“So, that makes you our queen.”
Sam swallowed. “Oh, crap. Right. I keep forgetting about that.”
Payton sighed. “Sorry.”
“Whatever. It doesn’t change anything. I’m still your friend, Payton. You can talk to me
