(Duncan)
It was getting late. Or early.
I was up at two in the morning working my ass off and also trying to distract myself from my blinding anger. Sylvester had, had the nerve to suggest me and Blythe had never meant to complete mating. He had thought I would come for his daughter after I broke the connection to Blythe.
I had snarled in his face that had never been the plan and I hadn't agreed to s**t. But apparently my mother had. Which is why I haven't answered her calls. She had told the Beer's this entire time that I wanted Marisol. And damn it she knew I didn't.
Sighing I slid my hand down my face and huffed in annoyance. Looking up as I heard Blythe's feet hitting the hard marble floors I smiled when she padded in.
Looking her over as she walked in I drooled at her black
