Chapter 17: First Embrace

Bron’s POV

Veronica is pouting again. But I will not be manipulated. After all, she will probably just run off to that overlord’s house while I’m away. Her childishness knows no bounds.

“Well, I suppose you’re off then,” she says, giving me that look she thinks she is so good at. But I am becoming immune.

“Yes, we are to walk some small dogs,” I say, rolling my eyes slightly, more out of frustration toward Veronica than out of sarcasm about the dog walking. But she takes it the wrong way.

I am often misinterpreted by Veronica. I have become accustomed to having two different conversations. The one that I mean, and the one she understands it to be, and what it then leads into.

“Hmph, well, she looks like she belongs at the vet’s office, that’s for sure. Why don’t you just come back to bed,” she whines, trying to sound playful instead of possessive and pathetic.