Thalia shrugs, “Maybe the pup hates you, I know I do. And please watch your voice, someone might hear.” she whispers, her gaze wandering around, we're nearly alone, everyone around is either drunk or too consumed by their mates.

“I don't care if they hear me.”

“Oh, so that's why you haven't told Mariella yet?” she nods to herself “You want her to get wind of it, smart.”

“Stop it.” I swallow, Mariella not being here has momentarily lifted a weight off my shoulders.

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