Hundred and Fifteen

SHELLY.

“You have to spend the night.” I tease him, making a baby bun face.

"You know I can't.” His baritone breaks the sad news.

“You can't or you won't?” I pout.

"I need to go be with my mate, she would freak out...”

"It's enough. You don't need to go on and on about a snatcher...”

"She isn't. She's my Luna, we share the mate’s bond. If there's a hooker, it's you. I’m expecting otherwise, for one whose mate is yet to find her.” He stops to look at me.

“It's my fault.” I hiss.

"Where's the lie in it?”

"Bravo, nice one.” I’m annoyingly irritated. "And don't make me repeat myself, not like my want is a request. It's a demand.”

“And what's that supposed to mean?”

"Exactly what you think it to be."

He snorts, not in the mood to banter words with me. He picks up his mask, wears it, and heads for the door.

I don't go after him because I had that sorted out. More like I saw it coming.

"Shelly, stop messing with me. Come and open this freaking door.”

I stay mute, vexing him the more.