Warner's POV
Levis shakes his head with that stupid grin plastered across his face. "Your dad is a fucking pimp. He landed the princess and her aunt. The man's a goddamn legend." He speaks like witnessing the greatest achievement in wolf history. The bastard isn't entirely wrong either. For someone of my father's rank, his track record is impressive. Money talks, and personality never mattered much to him anyway.
Jamiya gestures between Linton and me with dramatic flair. "You're mated to her sister. This whole situation could have gone sideways in the worst possible way."
I exhale sharply, already tired of repeating myself. "Linton means nothing to me in that way. She's too much like Cecile. Hell, they even have the same smile." The comparison always makes my skin crawl.
Linton doesn't miss a beat. "I've seen Warner without his clothes on, and honestly, it wasn't much to write home about. He's shorter than both Wellington and the King." Her voice carries that signature bite.
