~Nathaniel~
“Let go of her hand,” I said, looking at him expressionlessly.
Although I was annoyed at being called an uncle, I was more irritated by him holding her.
“Let her go? Why should I? I saw her from a distance and believed she was my destined mate!”
Eleanor stiffened in my embrace and turned sharply to face him.
“I beg your pardon? You said what?” she inquired, looking surprised.
“Yes, darling, I noticed you from afar. You are my mate. Come to me; he is just an old uncle!”
Eleanor blinked and raised her brow before asking, “Didn’t you say you're… What is he talking about?”
I could not help but roll my eyes. Is it not obvious that he was intentionally making things difficult for me to flirt with her? How can she ask such a question?
“Edward, who is this fargot?” I question
