Zadyre
Damn.
There were no words to describe Brielle. She was like an unstoppable force, and as I watched her deal with her father and her first mate, I felt a sense of respect and another flood my blood streams.
Need.
I wasn’t proud of it, but seeing her strong and confident after being weak, was such a turn on, and again I blame the mating bond.
The dinner went well, she allowed me to take charge, and afterwards, she mingled with some of the guests and members of the council, and she seemed to have charmed them all.
Except my uncle, Orlando, who hasn’t approached her. But I knew it would be a breeze. Everyone loved Orlando. And everyone feared Brielle.
So that would work out.
I stood at the corner of the hall, watching people talk and eat, while I sipped my glass of meat whisky.
