Elle
It was hard to enjoy the excitement of being pregnant when my darling husband was acting like an overprotective butthead. It was a long drive back to Black Wing. We left early in the morning so we could get to Ireland at a decent time. Freyja, Elias, Ginny, and Gwen went to Castlewood. Otto was driving with Becky and Ludo, who were all coming back to the castle.
“Are you going to speak to me?” Everett asked when we drove off the ferry. We had another hour to go before getting to our territory. “You’ve barely spoken two words this whole trip.”
“I’m still mad at you,” I said. “I don’t like it when you’re territorial; you know that. I make my own decisions on where I go and what I do, Everett.”
“I know, kitten, I’m sorry,” he said guiltily. “I can’t stand the thought
