“I got this, Sal. Don’t worry, okay?” she hollered to her best friend above the noise.
Sally gave a short nod.
Decebel was growling as he pulled Jen behind him.
“How could you tell him to deal with her, like the blood rites isn’t important and intimate as hell?” Jen was angry. Decebel had made it seem like Sally was a problem to be dealt with.
Decebel didn’t answer.
Once in their room Jen slammed the door behind them and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at her mate. He ignored her as he pulled out his phone to call Vasile.
Jen lunged forward and grabbed his phone.
“NO!” she yelled. “I am your mate and I am speaking to you. Everything else can wait.”
Decebel let out an exasperated breath.
“Jennifer,” he began.
“Just tell me why you had to say it like that? Sally is being
