CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT: WHAT'S WRONG?

~MIRA’S POV~

Grey was fussing over me and it was beginning to annoy me. His arm flexed as he placed the empty plate I had been fed from on the dresser. He caught me staring and winked. Something coiled in my belly and I looked away before I jumped on my husband.

His attention returned to me whe...

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