Damien
Though things had been a bit tense at the castle since I’d thrown myself at Freya like a lovesick pup, I was glad to be home. Matthew and the rest of the Darkstars threw some lovely parties and we had some amazing meetings about trade, brought them preventative medicines for the flu that hadn’t yet hit their pack. But Matthew himself was, in a word, unbearable.
I had met Matthew plenty of times in passing, at parties at the castle, and I’d been there once as a young man with my father. But it had been the first time I’d actually dealt with him on my father’s behalf, and now I understood why.
He was a pig.
All he talked about was scoring with women, and it was so crude, it even made Marcus blush. I was glad that Freya didn’t have to be anywhere near him, the very thought that
