Daphne’s Point of View

Mom's practically drooling over my mate at the moment. She wouldn't stop staring at him, and I can tell she's already assessing how heavy his pocket is right now—how rich or well-to-do he is.

I rolled my eyeballs at her action.

'Mom, your eyeballs are falling out of their sockets,' I told her through our mind-link.

She giggled aloud.

'I can’t help it, your mate is hot, she giggled again. I can already imagine how cute my grandpups are gonna be.'

I guess ...