285 A Truce

"I was expecting that you would leave," Matthew said when he saw her. "And not come back."

Ava said nothing. She walked towards the bra and grabbed some whiskey enough to drown her. "You were right to expect something that like," she said as she walked back towards the chair near the fireplace. She sat down and stared at Matthew.

"What now?" she asked.

"I am giving you a choice."

"A choice?" Ava asked.

"Marry me."

"I can't do that."

"We are mates."

"Bullshit."

"In the past and the future— "

"Did you actually expect me to accept you after you stole Matthew's body?" She got up and was about to get some refills but decided to grab the whole bottle of whiskey instead. However, Matthew was quick to block her way.

"Move," she hissed.

"Showing your fangs… eh?"

"I am going to find a way to get you out of Matthew's body."

Matthew only leaned closer to her. She leaned back and glared at him.