Ivan
"How old is she? Seventeen, eighteen?" she shakes her head in disgust. "I never thought you'd be into little girls, especially a beauty queen."
That last statement makes me laugh so hard that I nearly fall out of my seat. Of everything she could've called Nefera, a beauty queen was the last thing I'd expected. Nefera was a stunning woman, a goddess among mortals, but she didn't fit the mold. Could she enter something like that? Sure, she could, but she'd hate every second.
No, that was not my Nefera.
"You think it's funny?" Jesse looks insulted.
"Hilarious." I wipe the tears from my eyes, smirking at her. "You have no idea what sort of woman my mate is. Let me tell you. She's no pageant princess."
"I doubt that."
"You tried to play your little games and lost to her. She told me everything that happened." Her eyes flash angrily, but I don't flinch.
"And, of course, you'd believe her over me." That was an easy question.
