“Please; I'm begging you … please, don't do anything to mess up this alliance with the Stratus Pack. Darn it, Pomona Burke; you can't be sick … I refuse to hear of it … not when we're this close to your upcoming wedding with Alpha Casper.”
Daphne instantly emerges … taking control over my body … and, flippantly quips...
“Wow, can't you just feel the love … your concern for us is so overwhelmingly touching … not. Tell you what; it's a good thing you two aren't doctors at this hospital … because, your bedside manners suck.”
Alpha Gordon's immediately taken aback; with his mouth fully agape. Dad, on the other hand, rebukingly glares at me, while scowling; as he tells Alpha Gordon...
“Please don't pay mind to this little, insufferable wretch; Gordon … it seems Daphne's making yet anot
