"So, she really can't see the bond, can she?" Hecate muttered, more to herself, as we walked down the hall after leaving Bexley's little apartment.
I've got to get her moved into my room. Our room. Both of them. Hell, I wonder if Poseidon's little slice of Olympus has changed. I wouldn't be surprised. Even if Bexley isn't technically allowed there. It's still a reflection of Posey, and therefore, his mate as well.
Still, I hate that little apartment. I hate that Bexley's on Severyn's side of the castle and not mine. Maybe later today I can show her around my side of the castle. I know that little curious kitten has already done her fair share of exploring, but I want her to know that I want her touch everywhere. Then I can show her the garden I'm positive she hasn't discovered yet.
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