Chapter Forty OneFirst Person PerspectiveReignBelle was laughing at something Wilde had said, her head thrown back, completely unguarded in the way she only ever was when she forgot to be careful, and Wilde was grinning beside her with the particular satisfaction of someone who had landed a joke well and knew it.They were walking along the east path, no particular destination from what I could tell, just moving and talking and existing in each other's company with an ease that made something in my chest pull tight.Ryan noticed them at the same time I did.*That's our mate walking with another male,* he said, his tone carrying that particular edge that meant he was three seconds from doing something unreasonable.*That male is our nephew,* I reminded him.*Irrelevant.**It is extremely relevant, Ryan.**She's laughing at his jokes.**People laugh at jokes. That's what jokes are for.*He went quiet but the edginess didn't leave, it just relocated to somewhere underneath my skin whe
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