Chapter Forty-Eight
Oliver
“How did training go?” Bash asked as we walked down the hallway towards my room. I had the feeling that he was headed to William’s room and that was why he was joining me.
I looked over at him, giving him a fake smile. “Being used as a living punch bag is great. Want to trade?”
“No, you shouldn’t have claimed her without asking.”
“You’re one to talk,” I said, lifting an eyebrow as we turned a corner.
He let out a chuckle, tucking his hands in his back pockets. “It’s hard to have just a taste. How do you feel about it?”
I tightened my hand around the strap of Cassandra's bag, letting out a deep sigh. Leave it to Bash to get all emotional about us finding our mate. Next, he was going to want to braid each other's hair while we talked about our feelings. “B
