Turning back to face the mouthy little thing, Lysin was stumped when she met his eyes without a flinch, “And I won’t be mating anyone not my mate. Have a problem with that? Let’s discuss like civil people, shall we?”
Waving to the middle of the colonies, their infinity circle for council and conversation stood waiting as two chairs made of old oak grew naturally as she walked over to one. “Or we don’t have to.” She told him when he remained scowling and standing ridged as if preparing to pick her up and run.
And while Katherine would prefer a conversation? She kind of hoped he’d try it. Like his son, she was sure he’d find her spell to turn her sweat to pure nightshade a quick and swift end.
So, she was a little disappointed when his son pushed for him to take the peaceful route. Mak
