Chapter 70 - Children of the night
"What was that all about?" Isabel whispered when they'd left the great room. "I have no idea... But Nana's old. And a little senile, I'm afraid," John grimaced. "Is it the dress?" Isabel looked down at her green wrap dress. "Am I showing too much skin? Maybe that was just her way of saying I look slutty?" "I seriously doubt it!" John laughed. "I love that dress on you, but I'd never call it slutty! On the contrary..." he kissed her cheek. "You look sexy, but modestly so. Nana's not a nun. And you forget, we're used to seeing each other without clothes whatsoever! So, no I'd say she only got a whiff of your scent and sensed what most others have done as well, that it's very tantalizing. Especially for unmated wolves, apparently. But it doesn't matter, you're mine..." They entered the
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