Katrina
Maya’s face flashed almost as quickly as Leo’s emotions did.
Finally, she narrowed her eyes at Leo and asked, “What kind of sick joke is this?”
“What do you mean?” he snarled.
I took a step forward between them.
Maya walked closer, undisturbed by Leo’s radiating rage. “If you were her mate, she would have told me the night you bought her.” She crossed her arms and looked at him.
Leo seemed about to say something but stopped and looked between Jude and me. He was angry and so was Maya, I didn’t know which one I should defend.
“You both make good points,” I said. Both their gazes snapped to mine.
I made the wrong choice. Somehow.
“Jude?” I asked, motioning to him. “Your turn.”
“Whiskey anyone?” he suggested
I scowled at him. “Yes, a brilliant suggestion to calm
