Adrien
“So who peed in your bed, huh?” Veronica Valentine chirps as she walks around the dining table and plops herself not so gracefully on the free chair against mine.
I freeze for a second, the spoon frozen in my hand on its way to my mouth. I am pretty sure guilt is written all over my face which of course makes me blush again.
As my alpha sizes me up with a raised brow, those dark blue eyes of hers plastered to my face as if she’s scrutinising me under a microscope, I can’t help but wonder if St. Claire has sang to her everything I told him in secret.
“Wow, you really are pissed,” Veronica concludes, leaning toward me, eyes wide with curiosity. “Who should I go scare off?"
I give her an incredulous look. While I appreciate her sense of humour, not, I can take care of my problems,
