Chapter 81: Karin
- “Rhett-fucking-Butler,” Joy says.
- We’re on the couch, my head in her lap, as she strokes my hair. We’re eating a plate of lemon cookies she baked.
- She stuffs one into her mouth. “He’s an alpha,” she says, with her mouth full of cookie. “And you’re fated mates. He should have ripped off your clothes, made love to you on the stairwell, and made you beg him for forgiveness, if you get my drift!”