“Gerry is different, I am neither sweetheart or cara mia to you or anyone. So stop calling me that,” she said finishing her glass and serving herself another. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head lightly as he spoke – this conversation was going to get them no where. “Wolves defend our territories viciously, don’t take it personally,” she said watching as he asked for another round of drinks. “Maybe it is.”


“I don’t see a difference, its just as sickening, mon cher. To anyone? Darling, we both know you were both of those things to someone once, or are we not to mention him?” Gerard asked eyebrow raised as he took another gulp of wine. “As you wish. I wonder who is it more of a pity for.”


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