James
“Why the f**k is she here, “ my wolf groans and to be honest- I want to groan too.
This is the first time in forever since I can sit and talk to Emma, to have her close to me and away from everyone and everything. And Annette appears now, of all times.
“I could just rip her to pieces? Have her scattered around the yard?” my wolf offers and I smile. I must have smiled for real because Emma was looking at me, surprised but Annette misinterpreted my reaction and smiled at me, too.
“Take that, “
She orders one of the servants. The young woman takes Annette’s brand-new designer bag and disappears back inside the manor. Annette comes over and stands before the table.
I didn't offer her a seat. Emma places her fork back on the plate and Annette looks at my wife.
Then at me.
