Chapter 54: The Fitting
AVELINE
"He wouldn't," I finally found myself saying, the words coming out breathy as I clasped my thighs together, remembering how he had just shoved me out almost an hour ago.
Roselyn turned slightly, her eyes glancing at me before grabbing a hanger from the closet.
"He never really f***s women just like that. I tried to get into his bed one drunken night at a party - we never really went far. He sent a guard to take me home, and I ended up f*****g the guard instead. So you should consider yourself lucky that you get to be his replacement mate. Or maybe it's just because you look like her."
Every word hit me, but the last words hit me harder, and I knew I wanted to know what Lydia was like.
"What was his former mate like?" I asked.
Roselyn seemed to freeze
