Ulric heard the hard-booted footsteps on the wet ground and caught the scent of the beta moments before Tate stepped through the open door. He could already tell the mood his friend was in and closed his eyes, bracing himself. He didn’t have to wait long.
“What is that crazy broad doing in this house?” Tate bellowed as he stormed into the greenhouse.
Opening his eyes, Ulric turned slowly from the tree he had been inspecting, which just happened to be the same tree Andrea had been touching the day before. He took in the beta’s fierce frown and his crossed arms and scoffed. “What? Have you two already batted heads? It’s not even eight in the morning. She’s been in the house. What? An hour and a half?”
“That woman got on my nerve an hour and twenty-nine minutes ago. And I was still in bed
