“HE SAID that?” Flint screeched as soon as I finished telling her the story of what happened between me and Rhys in his throne room. Of course, I still had not told her about the other part that happened there as well, but I did not think I would ever tell it. What happened was very personal and intimate for some reason. And I did not want Flint to think that I had softened up to Rhys already.
Flint carried Poseidon in her arms while bouncing left to right, trying to put the little cub to sleep. After drinking my milk, he was still fussy. That was why Flint had to take him from me, while I attempted to feed my other babies. It was hard, but I found the tricks to it, and now, it looked painfully ridiculous, but I was able to feed two babies at the same time.
Call me stupid or something, b
