ALISTAIR
Grandmother looked happy for some reason and I wished I knew what that reason was exactly. Didn't she see how spoiled and rotten my bride to be was?
“I like her,” the woman snorts and I roll my eyes. How on Earth?
“Really?” I got glasses and poured brandy in them, passing one to my guest. My grams always knew how to drink and never started a serious discussion without a glass of something that could potentially burn her stomach. So, I held this specially brewed for werewolves brandy hidden in my office just for her visits.
Without thinking twice, grams poured all of it into her and placed the glass back on the table like the true lady that she was.
“Really,” she smirked, “I got the reports on Eiryn Landon and she seemed a brainless pretty i***t that didn’t care abo
