ROYCE.
I hear Alejandro scoff at that, and I turn to him as I pull on my cardigan.
He reminds me of the background audience to a TV show or something. He really must make his presence known, not that he’s hard to miss as it is. I walk over to him.
“Mind if I take her?” I ask as I hold my hand out to shake as a peace offering.
I want to put whatever happened here, behind us. This match wasn’t going to be mentioned again, and I will never be sparring against the Lycan King again. I know my win did shock him, but I’m not trying to make him look any lower in his daughter’s eyes.
I can tell they clash often enough and don’t see eye to eye, although I put that down to their similar personalities, and I didn’t want to cause any further rifts between them.
“I f*****g do mind, so stop f*****g
