Brandon
“Are you kidding me?!” He pulled her into his uncle’s study and set her on her feet. Soon to be his study, actually, now that she decided to make a damn appearance back home. Yeah, the mate bond was screwed up but he felt that and he KNEW she could too. He shut the door behind her and set every lock.
“Brandon, you don’t need to—"
“You married a damn demon?! Zuri! What the f**k is wrong with you!”
Her eyes darkened, and her fists clenched at her sides. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. If you knew me at all—"
“Of course I know you! In fact,” he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door. There were so many emotions, too many things he wanted to say. She was still gorgeous, but she looked thin. Lifeless. “I’d wager I know you better than anyone else.”
