My True Mate
“I don’t -“
I settle Kayla down on one side of her and I take the seat next to her on the log when I see Peter creeping closer.
I watch him scowl before leaving and Kayla, who has clearly caught on, gives me a thumbs up.
Sarah gives her a sharp look which has the girl immediately looking to the side, her hands tucked in her jacket pocket.
“Don’t drag her into your schemes,” Sarah says, disapprovingly.
“What schemes?” I ask, innocently. “She was cold and wanted to be closer to the fire.”
As she begins to throw the meat into the pot which is smelling delicious, she says, quietly, “Peter is my friend.”
When I don’t respond to her words, her voice is a little bit harder, “You have no right to in
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