"Were you looking for a mate?"she asked.
"Since I was old enough to understand what it would mean for me."
"Is your pain really that bad?"
"I suppose there’s no way to compare it to anyone else’s, but for me, yes."
"Can you do it to me?"
"Can I do what to you, Kitten?"
"Show me what it feels like."
"No. I will never use my magic to hurt you." My response was sharp.
"What if I askreallynicely?"
"No."
"What if Sable asks?"
I lifted the drink she'd made to my lips and took a slow sip. "Still no."
She glanced at the clock. "I thought we were supposed to leave at three."
"We are."
"That's in five minutes. We need to get going."
Her coffee cup was still full.
I gave her more time. "It doesn't start until four, and the drive out to the pit is only twenty minutes. We don't need to rush."
She studied me. "You know a lot about werewolf culture. Most other magical beings wouldn't know that the competitions are held there."
"I was invited to watch, considering I killed the last Beta. Your beloved sister wouldn’t want to risk me killing the next one immediately after she chooses them. Safer to let me take them out during the challenges." I sipped the drink again.
It was delicious, but she knew that. I'd seen her taste it before sliding it over.
"Why did you kill Simon?"
"He hurt you." It was true, though not the full truth.
"Not physically, and that was a long time ago."
"Pain is pain, regardless of the form. You haven’t made up with Gwen, so it’s clearly still affecting you."
She dodged my comment about her sister. "You didn’t answer my question about werewolf culture, Callum."
"I told you, I knew you would be mine since the first night we met. Why wouldn't I learn about werewolf culture?"
"Because you're an immortal asshat who doesn't care about anything but yourself?"
"I’m flattered, Kitten."
"We should get going. Unless you’re uncomfortable with your mate showing up to an event this casually, since you look likethat."She gestured toward me.
"Another insult? You’re full of kind words for me today."
