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~Belinda's POV
As soon as the door closed, I spun around and crossed my legs, pouting.
"Tell me," I said, "when are you going to reject her?"
Zane looked up from his paper. "Who?"
"Don't act dumb," I snapped. "Lisa. That girl."
Ramon sighed. "Soon."
"Soon, when?" I leaned forward. "It's been too long. She's still here. Still walking around the palace. Still breathing the same air as me."
"We're working on it," Kael said calmly. "Stop acting like we've forgotten."
I folded my arms. "You have forgotten. You let her serve you. You let her cook, clean, walk around in those ugly skirts…"
"She's a maid," Damon said. "That's what maids do."
"She's also your mate!" I snapped, standing up. "Don't you think she's enjoying this? Being near you all the time? Touching your plates? Looking at you with those stupid brown eyes like she means something?"
Damon sat forward. "You're jealous."
