Anthony was now more than annoyed at this lunch with her, but he’d been the one to intrude on her day outside the pack. Then, of course, Christy, true to form, had interloped into it as well. So she, being the good little ex-wife of the trio, would play her hand. The very one those two had given her, only now the gloves were off.
His hand landed on her arm. “Mischa, that is enough from you.” Anthony bit out at her.
She removed his hand in not so nice a fashion and laughed. “Oh, is it?” she shot right back. “And just who are you to tell me what to do in this world?” She reminded him of just where they were, the human world, not inside the pack.
“I’m your ex-wife now. Not your wife, you can boss around or make demands of. If you, Mr Trenery, don’t like my attitude, then get up from my ta
