Chapter 42

• His tone is clipped, and he closes the link before I respond, despite saying he wouldn’t. He sounded off and moody, and I swear it makes me want to laugh at how ridiculous he’s being. He sent me here with Mateo, and now he’s what? Jealous because I said he was being nice. I knew males were territorial and possessive by nature, worse when they mate up, but I’m not even his, and he has nothing to worry about. We imprinted, and the Fates made sure I have no desire to look at anyone else, even if he did reject me.
• I inhale sharply, shake it off, and go back to staring at the fire, trying not to let him get to me as the door swings open and two boys stomp in, arguing with each other
• “You’re a liar. I didn’t say anything of the sort.” The first male snaps, turning and spotting me and instantly frowning like he’s just faced a terrible or vile sight. He stops dead as the other collides into the back of him with an exaggerated ‘oomph’ noise. He’s unsurprisingly dark-haired, tanned, and has your typical native Colombian look. All the Santos originated from there before coming here a few generations ago. They usually mate up with others like them, so the bloodline stays purest, and most of the males get sent back in early childhood to spend time in their homelands, so most have mixed accents like Colton does.