Chapter 11

Blossom POV

"Blossom, this is Liza. Liza, this is Blossom," Dean quickly interjected. He seemed uneasy, as though he knew what was coming next but had no way to avoid it.

"I'm Patrick's mistress," Liza said directly to me, and then another sinister smile.

"WAS, my mistress," Dean said hotly. "As in past tense."

I felt like tearing up. Past tense or present tense, Dean just admitted to sleeping with this woman. And, he said it so matter-of-factly, as though he had just admitted to being late to dinner.

So, my new mate had a mistress? Diana had never told me to expect anything like this. I wanted to run away, somewhere, anywhere. Maybe bury my head in a pillow and cry for a few hours.

But somehow I managed to stand my ground, drawing again on the inner strength that had gotten me through the earlier part of the day. There were times I surprised myself at how well I could fight the urge to just melt away in despair. Perhaps I had my uncle to thank for something after all. All those forma