“Just one bite, okay? At least, please do it for me. I know you are grieving for the pup, but we can have another after you recover later. We still have plenty of time.”
We can have another, he said?
Hearing that made my blood burn.
I looked at the fork. Then I looked at Luvena. She was watching us with quiet satisfaction shining in her eyes.
“I told you I am full,” I said coldly. “You should eat it yourself, Jareth.”
I turned and walked out of the kitchen.
“Shara,” he called behind me, his voice sharp with warning. But I did not stop. I just went straight to the study.
The only room in the mansion protected by strong signal wards. I locked the door.
My hands trembled as I took out my crystal communicator and dialed a number I had not called since the day of my mating ceremony.
The call rang twice.
“Ashara?” a deep voice answered. “This is surprising enough. It has been many years, right?”
“Uncle Marcellus,” I said calmly. The tears were gone now. “Do you still remember your offer? The one about managing the overseas pack branch in Silverhowl City?”