Something inside of me shifted in a way that I wouldn’t easily be able to explain, but what I did know, was that it made me feel uneasy. It felt like it was forcing me to acknowledge the anger that I was starting to harbour against this strange man, who dared to come here and claim that he was my mothers’ mate. Even the thought of it felt like it was near impossible to believe.
“You’re lying.”
I could have applauded myself in that moment, thankful that I hadn’t allowed the silence to linger for longer than it already had. I was thankful that I had succeeded in keeping my voice steady and monotone, because my emotions were certainly far from being steady. I hadn’t given much though to my words, but my brief reply seemed to covey everything that I had left to say. It clearly expressed the
