Alexander stared at Michelle, who nodded toward the sofa. "Sit down, boy."
"Yes, ma'am,” he replied as he stumbled over to the couch and stared at her. She was small, 5' maybe, but she looked so mean. So, he was not kidding when he said he was sitting on the black leather couch she had pointed to in under a second.
"Is it you?" she asked. She was in her black gown, which seemed to swallow her whole, and her hair was done messily in a ponytail. She was standing before him, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed.
"Is what me?" Alexander cleared his throat a little when she raised an eyebrow. "Ma'am?"
"Micah's mate?"
"Oh! Yes, ma'am."
"And is what I've been hearing true?"
Oh no. What has she heard? Stuff from their old town? "That depends, ma'am. What have you heard?"
"You didn't bite hi
