redith.
Bumping into Dennis on the third-floor hallway on my way to check on Draven had sleep completely flying out of my heavy eyelids.
I had gone to find Draven with the intention to attend breakfast together, only to notice his room was locked.
But right as my disappointnt was gnawing at , I caught Dennis stepping out of his bedroom.
"Good morning!" I greeted with an instant smile growing on my lips.
"Wow!" Dennis eyes up and down, and then shifts his gaze back to my face. "You made it?"
The smile on my face disappeared, my brows furrowing. "What... I don’t understand."
He shut his door as I walked up to him. Then we started walking towards the stairs together. We were going to be a few seconds late for breakfast.
"I didn’t think you would make it for breakfast today. I an, I didn’t think you would live to see the lights of today."
I narrowed my gaze, trying to understand what he was getting at. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"My brother seed to be mad last night that I thought he would have buried you at the sa hour. But it seems... He..."
Dennis suddenly stopped walking and peered at with intent.
"What are you doing?" I quickly leaned away from him, but he had already straightened his back and resud his steps.
I followed imdiately.
"It seems my brother actually did punish you, but not in the cruel way I thought."
Then I caught the ever-growing smirk at the corner of his lips and suddenly felt like slapping it away.
In the end, I slapped his arm, knowing what he had seen.
"Ouch!" He rubbed the spot I had hit, not fast enough to evade my attack. "What was that for?"
"You were not supposed to see or say anything." I glared at him as we walked down the stairs.
He chuckled as he let his hands fall to his sides. "Too bad my eyesight is good, and my tongue, unbridled. Next ti, tell him not to leave a mark where it is obvious."
I ignored the heat creeping to my cheeks and glared at him one more ti before lifting the collar of my shirt.
Because of how embarrassed I was, I couldn’t bring myself to ask him if the love bites left by his brother were properly covered now.
As we got to the second floor to take the stairs down to the ground floor, Dennis spoke again.
"I didn’t know your relationship had graduated to a whole new level."
He was more stating a fact than asking questions.
"I guess my brother has changed his mind," he said, causing to lift a questioning brow.
He t my gaze briefly, but refused to explain.
Though I knew Draven hadn’t forced to marry him for the sake of love, because that would be the worst ridiculous lie ever, still, I was curious to find out.
Could it be because he knows I was his mate?
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I was reminded that I hadn’t rembered to ask Draven about it.
But then again, I would have to start explaining how I knew, and my wolf, Valmora doesn’t want to reveal her presence to anyone yet.
"It’s a good thing to see your love finally sprout. Keep it up," Dennis said.
Because I had suddenly drifted into my own thoughts, I had no idea if he had made any sentences before that.
And I couldn’t even ask him about it.
Soon, we arrived at the breakfast table. Everyone was there except Draven.
Good.
At least he hadn’t left straight for breakfast without .
I felt Wanda’s gaze follow until I settled down on my usual seat and lifted my eyes to her.
"It seems to that you have a good relationship with your brother-in-law, more than your husband," she said, her tone light, but the red lip stain she used on her lips said otherwise.
She looked like a red wicked witch.
But her mistake was always coming for without realising that I had no filter in my mouth to hold back on my sharp retorts.
"Is that the good morning, you owe us?" Dennis asked, frowning at her.
But here I was, parting my lips without giving her a chance to respond.
"Isn’t that a good thing for you?" I asked, my gaze on her. I was even smiling.
"What do you an by that?" She asked, feigning complete ignorance.
Just then, sounds of steady, heavy footsteps reached our ears. Draven had arrived.
We all paused our argunts and thoughts to greet him before resuming our seats.
This should have been the ti for to reminisce about our pleasurable and satisfying night together, but Wanda stole it.
That witch thought I wouldn’t continue with our earlier conversation from before Draven’s arrival, but she was wrong.
She should never have spoken a word to .
I was set out for her. To sha and drag what was left of her dignity through the mud.
Yes, I knew how to play dirty.
As breakfast was served and everyone started eating, I fixed my gaze on Wanda.
"You said to that ’It seed to you that I have a good relationship with Dennis more than I do with my husband’ and I’m saying, isn’t it good for you since you could find the perfect opportunity to get close to Draven?"
Everyone turned their pair of eyes to , including Jeffery and Wanda’s brother, Levi.
"What?" Wanda expressed her shock. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
"Why are you acting surprised?" I asked, even though I didn’t want an answer. I just continued.
"While I was getting ready on my wedding day, what was it you said again about Draven when you walked into my room?"
I pretended that I could rember nothing about that faithful day as I watched Wanda’s eyeballs grow wide in their sockets.
"redith!" She called through gritted teeth.
"Isn’t it too early for this?" I heard Draven ask, his eyes on .
This was him signalling not to make any trouble and disrupt breakfast.
Truly, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to him and abort my mission just as I had gotten to the climax. But for the sake of last night and the new thing we shared now, I obeyed.
So, I turned to Wanda.
"The next ti you make such degrading or off-handed comnts, I will embarrass you in front of the people you look up to, or who look up to you."
Wanda might think that she was the best at delivering painful jabs, but she hasn’t gotten into a competition with before.
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