"I don't have a trouble face."
"You absolutely have a trouble face."
"I do not."
"You once convinced your brother to help you dye an entire litter of puppies blue."
"Technically they were turquoise. And I was three."
My stare only deepened.
Beside her, Anastasia failed miserably at hiding a laugh.
One had given birth to my mate.
The other was my daughter.
Together they were practically unstoppable.
"We need your help," Ella declared with a polite, controlled, entirely too suspicious tone.
Amateurs.
"Do you?"
"You don't even know what we want."
I narrowed my eyes.
"I know you're hiding something, little gremlin."
Ella gasped dramatically.
"Mom."
An omega stepped in behind Anastasia carrying a basket overflowing with flowers.
White roses.
Baby's breath.
Lavender.
Someth
