“Hey, Molls,” Oliver says as Michael opens the door for him.
“Princess Molly,” he corrects him gruffly and I can’t help but laugh at the face Oliver makes at that.
Oli shakes his head at him. “No, I won't be doing that.”
“Michael, this is my best friend, Oliver. This is my home pack” I tell him with a smile, hoping to thaw his icyness. He has been stone faced all afternoon, not cracking a smile even once. The only thing he has said at all has been correcting people for not using our titles.
“No,” he responds and looks at both of us, stopping at Oli. “You will show the princess the respect she deserves.”
Oli c***s an eyebrow at me and I just shrug. “What did you bring me?” I ask, walking over and taking the tray from him. Only for a second, though, as Michael quickly takes it
