VICTORIA

“We can talk calmly in the sitting room,” my mate’s voice interrupted at just the right moment.

When he approached my mother, he lowered his posture a little more.

Maybe because he mistook her for a she-wolf, not realizing Celine was hiding those vampire fangs.

“You're Victoria's mate,” she identified him right away.

How could she not, when our scents were completely mixed?

“I am...”

“That remains to be seen,” Dad muttered through gritted teeth.

The undead’s claws almost peeked out fro