---POV Julie---
Benson stood in front of me with his arms folded as he stared at the company I brought home. “And they couldn’t stay in a hotel?” He asked.
“I thought it would be impolite.” I responded.
He sighed and let his eyes wander over me again. “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask?” Wait, what is he talking about?
I furrowed my brow and tilted my head. “Ask away I guess?”
“Why do you have a scratch on your neck?” He asked and I immediately slapped my hand over it, trying to figure out where it was.
“What? I thought she didn’t hit me.” I mumbled.
“What?” He asked again, with ice in his tone.
“This girl showed up, claiming to be your favorite and wouldn’t leave. I may not know much about this mate bond situation, but
