Good Riddance

"Are we going to wallow in this awkward silence forever, or is someone going to tell me how my son found his fiancée in a whorehouse?" Oma tried to be respectful of her occupation—her whoring, as Maxi made them believe—but the distress in her tone was obvious.

Maxi couldn't blame the female anyway. Oma had raised a well-behaved son who was supposed to end up with a female from a reputable family, not Lady Anya. The horse shifter had her fair share of people, and Anya was far from innocent. Jealousy was common amongst females, but even where she sat, Maxi could feel the murderous energy radiating off her.