Fenrir
“So, you are alive. Don’t you know your family are going out of their minds with worry over you?”
“Y-Yes.”
“What are you doing in my house?”
I smirk at the Vampire King. “I came to collect what’s mine.”
He looks from me to Esme. Something like realization dawns on his face. He’s wrong, but it’s funny to witness. Aidan grabs Esme and pulls her into his arms. She goes willingly, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Please. As if I want anyone other than Winter.
“You stay the hell away from my mate, Fenrir.”
Of course, he knows who I am. Aidan and I have met once or twice in his eight hundred and-odd years. I can’t say we ever got on, but he’s never crossed me before.
It hasn’t escaped my notice that Aidan referred to Esme as his mate. Selene certainly is one fuc.ked up bitc.h.
