Chapter 37: Bedroom Visitors.
Her entire house was silent, except the continuous scrubbing sounds she made as she washed the kitchen table top, a task she’d been at for over twenty minutes, at the same spot.
She looked pretty normal for anyone who was looking at her from behind, but on the other side, she was an overthinking mess.
Her mind was racing continuously, providing and cancelling various reasons as to why neither Tristan nor any other person had gotten back to her with a reply.
Did she push too much?
Was it preposterous?
Did they think she was a gold digger who wanted to be in that fancy house?
She wished so bad she could get into their heads, but well, that can only happen if they...
"Shit." She cursed in her head, dropping her rag and griping the table top. She hadn’t thought about consummating the bond the entire time.
It wasn’t a bad idea, but... Was she ready? Was she ready to give them everything and all? Plus she’d begin to smell like them so she’d have to hide her scent every single time she’s around people.
She didn’t have a problem with that but it was only the soilders and people of importance that were allowed to do that. She’s none of them, at least not now so, it might raise alarm.
’No one gives a fuck about you, Bethany. Why would anyone give a fuck that you smell like something?’ Maria pointed out in a bored tone. ’Besides have you heard of any cases of such?’ She asked.