Ivan
"Ivan? What's going on?" Nefera demands when I push her into the office and lock the door.
I'd only arrived five minutes ago with Gladys and Luke, and I needed to hurry before things started.
"I need to talk to you," I grab her hand and pull her gently to the couch.
"That's never a good sign," Nefera pales. "Is this about earlier?"
"No," I shake my head. "We need to discuss that, but not now."
"Okay," my mate narrows her eyes. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"Goddess, no," I can't help laughing. "What makes you think that's what I want to talk about?"
"A guy says he wants to talk," Nefera scowls. "It's not usually a good thing."
"This is an excellent thing," I brush her hair back. "Penelope shifted."
"What?" Nefera's eyes widened. "She what?"
