Twenty three

A million words came to Kyra’s mouth, but they did not make it past her lips. She shook her head and relaxed back on her seat as the carriage began to move, but her eyes could not leave Anton’s face.

His action about placing her leg on his lap had been so natural like he had done it a million times to someone else that was not her before. Was it his first mate?

Well, even though she has been cooped up inside her room since after that day she came out to have lunch with him, a few maids had come into her room to clean it up because that was not part of Cynthia’s work.

They had tried to be quiet as they worked and cursed her, but she still heard them anyway. It was one of the little special gifts she had as a werewolf or was it a curse because she mostly kept hearing things she would rather not hear?

They spoke about his first mate, they did not give out too much information, but they gave enough to make her understand that his first mate hurt him a couple of times before she betrayed