Bianca all but shrieked when she spotted me in the lounge, barking at the Wolves in Faetalian to let her through and they leapt aside like they’d been struck with a frying pan. I had to bend right down to embrace her, and her kisses pressed all over my face before she let me go. There was no escaping it either because she had damn strong arms on her. “Your mommas call here daily,” she told me. “Whenever you are ready for them, let me know. They’re welcome here any time.”
Im so sad
