"Are we going to wallow in this awkward silence forever, or is someone going to tell me how my son found his fiancée in a whorehouse?" Oma tried to be respectful of her occupation—her whoring, as Maxi made them believe—but the distress in her tone was obvious.
Maxi couldn't blame the female anyway. Oma had raised a well-behaved son who was supposed to end up with a female from a reputable family, not Lady Anya. The horse shifter had her fair share of people, and Anya was far from innocent. Jealousy was common amongst females, but even where she sat, Maxi could feel the murderous energy radiating off her.
Neither Issac nor his mother knew how desperate Anya was. Perhaps, only Kayla had felt the level of desperation, and it repulsed her; no wonder the two were not on great terms. Desperate Fae ended up doing desperate things. Not that her desperation fazed or threatened Maxi. Anya could try her petty tricks; in the end, she would just have to bury her six feet under. Alive.
