Koko's POV.
"My sister?"
I got to the dining room this morning and I could feel how tensed the air was as I was walking in, I saw both my mate and his sister, they seemed to be having a very heated conversation, but that was not until I walked in.
They both looked at me; my mate kept his eyes on me longer until I sat on my seat.
"I'm sorry, but is there something on my face?" I had to ask him after a while, because the staring was becoming a little too discomforting to me.
"Koko…"
He called me, as he placed the fork and knife that he was using to battle with a juicy steak earlier on a serviette lying on the glass dinning table.
"Your mother told me about how your discussion went yesterday,"
"Oh! she did?" I asked, cocking up an eyebrow.
"I'm sure she did…" I replied my own question, knowing how twisted that woman could be.