Speaking of which. I glared at him even harder. “You slept with me.” He grinned shamelessly. “You’re welcome.” “Carrion!” “What? You’ve been fucking Fisher for the past gods only knows how long!” “Yes, but I knew what he was when I decided to sleep with him. And he was my mate.” Carrion huffed. Folding his arms over his chest, he rolled his eyes and sighed. “All right. I’m sorry I didn’t disclose to you that I was a magic-wielding political asylum seeker, posing as a human when I slept with you. Does that make you feel better?”
