"You needy witch!" Heather was entirely too loud and I glared at her over the plate of eggs in front of me.
"Shut up!" I glanced around the room. There were a sea of faces I couldn't put names to. But they were all clumped together, and away from me.
I had woken up that morning to an empty bed. Nothing like mating and then taking off. Flipping men.
"I can smell him all over you. It's a beautiful thing. Did you bond?" She was too excited.
My glare intensified. I said nothing, just shoved more eggs in my mouth. I didn't want to talk about it. Even think about it really. The fact that he had bonded me and ran off really pissed me off.
"You did!" She crowed loudly and the conversations around us died down. Dammit.
"Shut the hell up, Heather." I hissed. She wasn't getting the memo.
