The Rogue Vaewolf
I questioned my two internal beasts.
“He is, and we think he's just pissy about the child not being his,” Raksha huffed. Then Morgana hissed, “Plus, he failed to protect you from being taken by that bastard, and it hurt him.”
Rolling my eyes, I peeked around a corner to watch him pour himself a couple of fingers' worth of bourbon.
After he sat down and Isabella exited, I strolled toward him and sat across from him.
“How are you doing with your redhead companion? Does she have access to your bed as well?” I asked bluntly, finally bringing his eyes to mine.