Chapter 47

Lysander's Point of View

The twin dicks let me clean everything by myself. Watched as I took out their trash. Did the dishes and threw away the pans that were too burned to salvage. Neither of them offered a hand. Or so much as picked up a crumb.

If mother had been here, she would have whipped them into shape. Swung that wooden spoon at them until they moved their asses. From the look of them, they had never been disciplined before. Had never grown up helping around the house. Never cleaned up after themselves. It was infuriating. Frustrating. But my mate deserved to come home to a clean space. A happy one.

Nerezza still hadn't arrived by the time everything was clean. Hadn't so much as contacted us. The moon was high. Full and bright, dancing in the sky. The urge to go looking for her overwhelmed me. At my very being until there was little left of me. Every thought I had was of her. Of the place she would one day take up in my heart.

Be it the mate bond or true elation at finding he