“So. We’re doing this?” “My animal needs to decide,” Ronak replies. Evert waves him off. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not worried about that. Are we doing this or what?” Ronak shifts in his seat and looks between them. Then he nods. He freaking nods! “Okay.” Evert smirks. “Okay.” They both look at Sylred. “Okay,” he mimics. The guys just decided to take me as a mate by okay-ing. I’m okay with it.
