Chapter 72 - Saint
I looked over at Ransom. He was watching me, the corners of his eyes tight. I looked to Xander, back to Ransom.
Ransom shook his head ever so slightly, bumped one shoulder into the air.
Could I possibly share her with another of my brothers?
I'd think not, Saint. She's our True Mate. Not some trollop to be passed back and forth like a common tankard of ale on some random evening.
I rolled my eyes at Ten's language. He had some interesting sayings.
All of you with your fucks' and asses,' that takes no brains to say. Merely verbal filler of an empty mind. At least when I speak, I have things of importance to say.
Yeah, like telling Ransom about his magic. I'm still not happy about that part, Ten. I was going to do it.