Mated to the Night Wolf
she grits, her eyes dashing behind me for a moment, before locking in my gaze.
I swallow dryly.
The Master and I agreed that no one was to know of our friendship. And I was certain Madam Catherine would frown upon anything of the sort.
No, she will do much more than frown.
I am at a crossroads, and I hesitate.
Madam has got eyes that remind me of AMA. AMA's eyes know when I lie.
Madam Catherine’s' eyes are older and wiser and still, familiar.
I shake my head slowly, "He has spoken once..." I begin, "To ask my name, that is all," I quickly