Cora pulled the phone back, her voice sharpening.
"You told me you didn't have a girlfriend! You said you were just letting her stay with you!"
He frowned. "Cora, don't start."
"I'm not starting."
Her red lips curved up. Her eyes turned soft, dark, inviting.
"But I don't mind."
He blinked.
"You think I couldn't tell?"
Her finger traced a slow circle over his chest. "I figured it out at the party. You and Iris are together, aren't you?"
He didn't answer. That was answer enough.
Cora wasn't angry. If anything, she pressed closer.
"Has she been pressuring you to make her your Mate?"
She slid her arms around his neck. Her breath warmed his skin.
"I wouldn't do that. Only women who feel unloved race to lock down a Mating Ceremony,they need it to prove something. But I know you'd ne
