I spin towards the main door to leave when a voice stops me.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Seneca.
Just thinking of her makes white-hot anger course through me.
You want to know what she did?
She cooked dinner last night. And didn't invite me to eat.
I even checked the kitchen after she and Beta Ezra left.
I wanted to storm into her room and yell at her, but I know that it would be a futile attempt.
So, I decided that I'm gonna give her, her own treatment.
"To the hall," I reply flippantly, not turning around.
"You're supposed to be the guest. You should go there with your Mate; me."
A bitter laugh escapes my lips.
I spin on my heel, fury pulsating through me.
But all that disappears for a second when I get a good look at all of her beauty.
Oh. My. Goddess.
She looks...
