More than displeasure, there was a curiosity in my husband’s eyes as he questioned me about the purpose of talking to his former wife, something I couldn’t answer, as it concerned Lune’s black pearl. In order to seem less suspicious, I offered him half the truth.
“Nessa was apologising for her mistreatment of me,” I responded, and then turned away to leave because I was still not on talking terms with the younger knight. “And, do not talk to me. I still haven’t forgiven you.”
“Are you still mad about what happened in the bedroom?” asked Tobias. “It was a mistake. Why won’t you believe me?”
“You were grinning while you were doing it,” I yelped, unintentionally being a little louder and grasping the onlooker’s attention in the process.
Recognising how we couldn’t allow the pack’s membe
