Angela was done changing. She wanted to step outside for a walk, to breathe and calm herself, because she was too angry with her mate and with her own heart for letting everything get to her. She needed the air, something to take away the storm raging inside her.
"Are you sure you want to go for a walk?" Taros asked carefully. He didn't look convinced that she only wanted fresh air. A part of him feared she was planning something else that she hadn't told him.
"Yes, sir Taros," Angela replied, her voice holding both irritation and surprise. "Do I need your permission for everything now?"
"No… not permission," he answered, looking troubled. "I'm only thinking about you, about what the doctor advised."
