Oh no… don't tell me he's broken too?
Rory stared at the small white fluff curled up on the sofa, so stunned she nearly lost the ability to speak.
At this point, she was honestly traumatized.
Out of all the partners she'd been matched with so far, only Jasper had remained relatively… normal.
The rest?
One had turned into a burnt dumpling.
Another into a wooden stick.
And one had nearly frozen her entire estate solid.
The tiny white tiger stretched lazily, then spoke in a calm, familiar voice.
"Female Master, I was resting on the sofa just now. I was worried Aren might come over again to feed me fruit, so I shifted back into my original form."
The moment he finished speaking, a flash of white light burst before Rory's eyes.
In the next instant, she was pulled into a broad, solid embrace.
"Female Master." Vangar's voice sounded right beside her ear, low and steady. "Were you looking for me?"
