Ramsey
"I'll try to keep Circe away from the pack house," Lenny said as we walked through the corridor. "That should prevent any issues between her, Lyla, and you." He gave me a meaningful look.
I scoffed, irritated by what he meant. "I'm over that now. I truly love Lyla."
"As if," Lenny replied with a knowing smirk. "I remember how you used to sneak Circe out to the forest daily to do naughty things with her. You were a whore, Ramsey. Surprisingly, you want one woman."
"That was a long time ago, Lenny and all the girls wanted me. I was young, had fewer worries, plus my grandfather never had any problem with it as long as I didn't get them pregnant."
"Well, you two always had chemistry. If not for your grandfather's interference, you would have married her," Lenny said.
His words stirred memories I'd rather forget—stolen moments in the forest, promises made in the heat of passion, and the painful separation that followed.
"I know," I chuckled. "We were so perfect together."
