Adrian's POV
In the dark room, with only the glow of the projector screen illuminating our faces, I sat there wondering who in their right mind made movies like this.
And more importantly, how did children and women actually like this?
This was pure torture.
Sparkles. Singing. More sparkles. Unrealistic problems solved by the power of friendship and spontaneous musical numbers.
Kill me now.
What's not there to like? Blake's voice suddenly whispered in my mind, startling me.
I resisted the urge to groan out loud. Not you too.
Mate likes it. Our little daughter likes it. I like it... It's you who feels weird. You must have bad taste.
I scoffed internally. Sometimes I really wonder how you turned out to be my wolf.
Blake scoffed right back. I wonder too... If it was some other person, they would have never hurt our mate like you did.
His words hit harder than I expected. I clenched my jaw. I'm trying to rectify that mistake.
