With one last parting glance at my petrified mate, I follow Shirley out of the room. Gripping her arm, I drag her away and out of earshot of Kat, not wanting this to cause her any more distress than is necessary. Hearing the door shut, I glance back, seeing Mateo close it to keep her from listening in.
However, turning back to the woman whom I know is responsible for injuring my mate and almost killing her, I find her glaring at me.
"My daughter is your mate, isn't she?" Shirley demands, her tone of voice does not sit well with me. She is lucky she is my mate's mother, because if she were anyone else right now I may have killed her for what she has done.
"You don't demand answers from me. Why would you poison your own daughter?"
"I told you why, she needs to build up a tolerance," she
