“So your father bought your plan?” I asked Varianlir as he returned to his room.
I had spent all day with Vaelir, and he was no fun. Thankfully, Alix and Tristan finally left the room. Both marked, of course.
They reeked of s*x, and it made me nauseous, but at least they were better company than Vaelir.
I still missed my mate, though. I wanted to be by his side and kiss him.
Keila whimpered at the thought of not being with Varianlir, but I couldn’t disturb him right now.
I had to pick up my fights, and this one would only cause more trouble.
"He did. He was happy, in fact," Varianlir groaned, running a hand through his dark hair as he collapsed onto the plush sofa beside me.
I blinked. Happy? That didn’t sound right. The Dragon King wasn’t capable of happiness—only smug sati
