Devon took a large stride till he was standing in front of Zaylee, then lifting her chin slightly, he stared into her eyes. "Did my aunt send you here?!" Devon said.
The sire-bond didn't influence feelings but actions, and Devon standing so close to Zaylee left her hand quivering. "I..... I..." Zaylee stammered repeatedly as she found herself unable to give Devon a deserving response.
It was only until Devon let go of his hand on her chin was she able to say a few words. "No! But I wouldn't want to see anything happen to Margaret's nephew after all she has been through." Zaylee said.
Devon slowly shook his head as listened to Zaylee's words. Even though he hadn't spent much time with this woman, with the little things he observed from her, Devon knew her to some extent. "It is the sire bond, isn't it."
