Chapter Eighty-Two
Frankie stood up, moving over to the woman and taking her hand in his. She glared at him, but didn’t pull her hand from his. In fact, she leaned her body against his like she couldn’t help but touch him. Even if she didn’t want to.
I started to stand and this time Spencer let me off his lap. Standing up, I looked over at the woman. Her dark hair fell in black, silky waves down around her slim shoulders. She was pretty and her features were delicate, her skin was pale. I didn’t know if it was because she was exhausted or if she normally looked that way, but there was no denying that she was beautiful.
“Tara. I would like for you to meet my Tarak and his mate, my queen.” He brought her over to us and I watched as she fidgeted with the hem of the black sweatshirt that se
