Mason was having breakfast with the others. Looking at his mate, he knew she cried and it hurts him. It’s partially his fault since he dragged her into the mess he was in.
He took a sip of his coffee as he continues to watch his mate. Then Matt cleared his throat.
“She’s going to melt of you continue to do that.” Matt said, and Mason rolled his eyes.
“They are always been that way.’” Myriam said, taking a sip of her warmed blood.
“Yeah, they’re so sweet it makes me want to puke.” Mylene said.
Matt groaned.
“It’s enough that I have to watch Lucca do that googly eyes on Jaimee every single time, and now these two too.” Matt whined.
“How was the war by the way?” Myriam asked.
“Was it scary?” Mylene asked.
Matt sighed and placed both his elbows on the table.
“It was
