The Pack's Emissary
“But until a month or so ago, I didn’t know that my life was missing him. If, when we’d been eighteen, my Triquetra had, somehow, managed, to keep Aislen… we would have been happy, not knowing about our missing piece.”
“So, yeah,” Aislen picked up the conversation, evading the presence, or absence, of Talen. “If you’d been less of a dick, Phillip, way back, I might be pregnant with your second or third grandchild…”
The car swerved on the road, and she only just recovered.
“Fuck me!” Phillip exclaimed.
“Yeah, that’s a never,” Heath replied under his breath.
“Ms Carter, pull over and let someone else drive. I, at least, hope to arrive in Trayrock in one piece,” Phillip clenched the back of the
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