Anker.
She didn't say much after that. She just asked if she could be alone, just to think. Which we just frustrating. I didn't want to go like this. She was supposed to be happy, not fearful or angry. She was supposed to want me to claim her, and not want to run and hide.
'This is your fault.' I snap at Anton.
"I'm hungry." She shrugs. "And something has clearly pissed you off!"
I slam a mug down a little too hard and the handle snaps clean off. Theresa gets up and add 'Mugs to the shopping list.'
" We won't have any left at this stage." She mutters as she sits back down. "So, what has happened now?"
"I told her."
Theresa stares at me with her dark eyes. "What..you told Emilia that she is your mate?"
"What else am I talking about, Theresa?!"
"Woah, okay. I take it that it didn't go the way you hoped."
"Do you see her?" I snap, gesturing around the room.
She wipes a crumb from her bottom lip. "I would be mad..
"Thanks for the support, Theresa."
