“What would you have me do?” I asked.
“Be there for her. Care for her,” Victoria said. “You two are going to raise a child together. Support her as you would a mate –”
“No,” I said firmly. “I will care for the child and do what is necessary there, but my priorities are to my mate and my wife, Amelia.”
“She left you,” Victoria pressed.
“That doesn’t matter,” I said, standing. I was done with this conversation, whether they were or not. I wasn’t going to be here any longer. “If you’ll excuse me.”
Victoria stood too, her annoyance clear on her face. “You are walking away from your responsibilities here to chase after some harlot who –”
Anger shot through me, making me growl.
Victoria stopped herself at once, paling slightly.
“What did you call my wife?” I demanded.
“Easy, Damien,” Mo
