"I hate that I came between you and General Craft." I admitted. "What if this causes you to not work well together and it's my fault the war goes down on our side?" "It was my honor, and duty to beat the s**t out of that bastard."
"Still, it was just a disagreement and..." "No. He laid his hands on you." He growled. "Clayton knows he made a mistake, and I'll make sure he works hard to make up for it. He won't cause you anymore trouble, I promise." "I hate that you're so direct and upfront with me, because...you're only doing it because it's your duty. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a duty to you. I had hoped for a mate who would do all the things you do out of...affection." I sighed. Shot. Salt. Lime. "But we're getting there, right?" He asked, taking a shot. I looked at him and smiled we
