JENNINE POV
I sat at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, waiting for our guest to arrive. Connor sat across from, his leg irritatingly bouncing up and down while he clicked his tongue. The sound was driving me crazy; I was two seconds away from throwing my drink in his face.
"Would you stop?" I hissed.
"Sorry, I'm just a little nervous." He gave me a sour look.
"Everything is going to go according to plan, okay? As long as you don't wimp out, that is."
"You know Jennine, if I knew you were this much of a b***h, I wouldn't have rejected Silvia." He glared at me and I glared back.
"Your mate was a snivelling little mouse. Useless. It was your choice to reject her."
"Only because you promised we would be mates!"
"And I keep my promises Connor. This is just a little test of faith fro
