The Don's Property
My cheeks burn even hotter.
“Nothing,” I answer quickly, steering the conversation away from my obvious misstep. “Just forgive Mateo, please?”
He squeezes his eyes shut for a second, his jaw tightening. “Every time. That damned word.”
Confusion squints my eyes, but before I can ask, Olaf nestled in my arms, let out a soft coo.
Nero’s eyes snap open, his gaze instantly locking onto the bird.
“What is that doing in here?”
“Oh!” My own tension eases as I look down at him, stroking his feathers. “This is Olaf. My new pet. I’ve been meaning to tell you. I wanted to ask if he could—”
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