Mara
“ Oh really?” Martha asked suspiciously of my intentions. I could see it in her eyes but I threw them off.
“Tiffany and I thought we’d stay at the mansion while our mates are in Neev seeing Richard,” I said casually.
Alpha Vander frowned. “Why didn’t you go with him?”
I gave him a small smile. “Morning sickness,” I lied smoothly. He accepted it with a nod.
Without asking, Martha stepped in and plucked Emma from my arms, cooing at the baby like she hadn’t been cold and distant. Then she turned to Tiffany and said, “Come on, Tiffany,” like she still ran this house.
Tiffany hesitated, looking to me for guidance.
“She’ll be staying with me, Martha,” I said firmly.
Martha froze and slowly turned to face me, eyes sharp. “Are you out of your mind?” she snapped, as though I’d just ins
