ARIA POV
The moment Martha started talking about Fluffy, I thought she'd adopted another cat.
Which, honestly, would have been concerning enough.
The woman already lived with Mr Bigshot.
One feline dictator per household should really be the legal limit.
Then she said the words wolf-dog, I closed my eyes.
Slowly.
Painfully.
The way people did when they realized a disaster had already happened and there was absolutely nothing they could do to stop it.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"Oh, Martha."
"Why are you saying it like that?"
Because my brother was an i***t.
A giant, six-foot-three, alpha-level, professionally trained i***t.
I knew exactly who freaking Fluffy was.
Because somewhere in Portland, Caelin was probably committing crimes against dignity in the name of romance.
Again.
I di
