MORIA
What do I care?
If anything, I should feel sorry for whoever is unlucky enough to be bound to him for life.
I shake the thought away just as Tristen ask again.
"Why is he meeting with the council?"
Morgana kicks the bottom of the cabinet set and one flies open.
“Maybe if you had come in and reported back when you were supposed to, you would know”
“I’m serious Ana”
Dumping the scrolls in, she whirls around, c***s her hip and fold her arms.
“So am I. I am his assistant Tristen not yours, chief of field agents or not I do not answer to you”
And it is in that moment that I know.
Tristen's mate or not, Morgana and I were going to be best of friends.
Not that I cared about Tristen having a mate... or not.
I did not care about his mate.
I did not care about him period.
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