Mated To Valentine
“Oh, yeah. He went around telling new people we met, ‘Yeah, that’s my sugar daddy. My broody, overprotective vampire sugar daddy.'”
I bury my face in my hands. “Why am I only hearing this now?”
“I thought you knew. I thought he would have made sure to let you in on it.”
I groan. “You should’ve stopped him long ago!”
Valentine shrugs. “How do you stop Achilles?”
I sigh. “True. You don’t.”
A cool breeze brushes past us, and for a moment, I swear I hear a familiar laugh in the wind.
Valentine’s lips twitch. “Did I ever tell you about the time we had to pretend we were part of a circus?”