“What did you say to my mother?” He demands, answering my question with one of his own. It appears he hasn’t learned learned his lesson on commanding me just yet. “Aeliana,” he repeats.“Nothing,” I say with an eyeroll.His expression remains the same, cold, unsatisfied, and half-entertaining. “What did she say to you?” He asks yet again. It appears to be killing him that he doesn’t know what she said to me.I shrug, “It’s private.”Kingston scoffs, his patience wearing thin. “Well, whatever it was, forget it. She doesn’t speak for me, I —”“Hate me?” I interrupt his sentence. “Yeah. I gathered.”He doesn’t speak, neither denying nor affirming it, he simply watches me. “I know, you hate me,” I swallow, trying to sound nonchalant about it, like it doesn’t burn my skin to know that. “Your girlfriend hates me, the whole pack hates me, and your mother might be the only person who has an ounce of favour towards me. So I won’t tell her to shut up when she’s talking because it’s disrespectfu
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