That didn’t sound very respectful at all.
I tried to walk around him, but he stepped into my path, stopping me. I moved around him to go a different way, but he stepped into that path too.
Quickly, I realized either I was going to have to put up with this conversation or cast Ian out of my way by force. As frustrating as he could be, his family did hold influence in the pack and that made him worthy of at least a few minute of my time.
Even if I’d rather spend those moments punching him in the nose.
“I was not invited to the celebration banquet,” Ian said. “That is an offensive slight to me and my household.”
“You’ll want to direct your complaints to Damien’s pack,” I said.
“I’d rather ask your sister,” he said pointedly. “When were any of you going to tell me that my Annette is actu
