This couldn't be real. It can't be.
But it is. Phillison is right here, and I don't know what to make of it.
She looked... different. Pale and sick? Like she was dealing with something. Her hair was packed in a loose careless bun, and her once shiny black skin looked dull.
"Where... where is he?" She asked again, tears streaming down her face.
"Phillison? What are you doing here?" Mav asked, walking up to her side. "And what is wrong with you? You look... "
"She was Donald's mate," I answered, unable to resist the biting edge in my voice.
"Was?" Mav asked in confusion.
"She rejected him," I deadpanned, glaring at her and wishing she wasn't here.
"She rejected Donald?" He asked, shocked. Then quickly turned his gaze back to Phillison. "You rejected him?"
She didn't look at him, n
