MY SISTER'S MATE
Just as our boots descend the very last step into the foyer, a sudden splash of wet heat comes flying straight in my direction.
Riven’s muscles react with a flash, his hand grabbing my waist to yank my frame back, but my potion mask still gets completely doused with sticky brown tea.
The low culprit standing by the pillar is none other than Chris’s high-blood wife, Mandy.
However, her face looks the absolute furthest thing from sorry for her trashy action. She sways her hips across the stone rug, letting out a deeply sarcastic, nasty purr from her throat. "My paws are truly sorry, girl. My long fingers slipped on the clay, and my hand accidentally splashed this leftover root tea straight ont
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