Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20190104222642/@comment-36910229-20190109213246

Eva grimaced a little when she ate the broccoli and grumbled. “Why does my magic make this particular thing taste like chicken?”

Finn looked down at her then sighed heavily. “Technically, since she is not my mate, we are not actually married....” he muttered as he explained this to her

Duke pulled back, scowling down at her, “little bitch...” he growled lowly, fumming in rage still. It seemed it was actually his demon that was in control... which only made things 10 times worse for her if she said anything wrong...