Comfort

"You sure that this isn’t one of Gwen’s spray side effects?"

Paul stares at me, patiently waiting for my response and I nod at him, then shake my head.

"Is that a yes or a no."

"It’s a yes because she thinks that she is sure of what’s she saying and a no for the side effects… hey, my spray bottle doesn’t have side effects."

We ignore Gwen as she munches on her snacks.

I was not surprised when she brought it out of no where, I repeat, I was not surprised.

"What you are trying to tell me is that she is planning against the king… her own mate and husband."

"Only human females call their mates, husbands," Gwen scoffs, "It’s a bit surprising and weird."

Greyson, Paul, Gwen sits in front of the round table in Paul’s wings.

Turns out that he got a list of rooms to himself. A lot is on that list.

No one comes in to here without his consent and it’s not like anyone in their right senses will come in here anyway.