Chapter 87
Nate
"So have you fucked yet?"
I choke on absolutely nothing—just pure oxygen betraying me.
"Ember!"
She blinks at me like I'm the dramatic one. "What? It's a valid question."
"No, it's not!"
"So… no," she concludes, already bored, flopping back in the chair like my answer personally offended her.
I rub my temples. "We're taking things slow."
She makes a long, drawn-out sound of disappointment. "Boooo."
I raise a brow at her. "I thought you didn't like him."
"Oh no," she says, waving a hand airily. "I was mildly fond of my mate's best friend and Beta. Very mild. Like… room-temperature tea kind of mild. And that fondness instantly evaporated the moment he hurt you."
I snort. "You broke his bones."
She doesn't even blink. "And I would do it again. Happily. With better technique."
I stare at her flatly. "Ember."
"What?" She shrugs, completely unrepentant. "Actions have consequences. And that consequence was me rearranging the architecture of his skeleton."
