[Café in Shield, Sabrina Wellington POV.]
"Catherine, I would appreciate it if you didn't refer to my boyfriend as filth."
As soon as I said those words, I could see the goosebumps travel up her body to her face, and her expression changed.
"Sorry?"
I sighed inwardly. This is going to be a bigger headache than I had thought it to be. What irritates me is the man I tried to defend is eagerly watching this all unfolds, studying the reactions of my niece with great interest.
Is it that amusing to you?
"Please, Don't refer to him as filth, his name would do."
Nevertheless, I trust him enough to intervene if things go rough. I also don't want someone to call him such things. That is a right reserved only for me when he does stupid things. Although, even I wouldn't go so far as to call him 'filth'. Stupid and idiot were terms that would work fine.
