Luis, my dear, unfortunate cousin, remained still in his chair, his lifeless gaze fixed ahead, as I did what I did best; rant.
"Luis," I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. "I think María José is already developing feelings for me."
There were no reactions from him as expected.
"I mean, I can't really blame her," I continued, throwing my hands up dramatically. "I did mark her, after all. And, naturally, that means she's affected by it. And you know what that means, right?"
Silence as usual.
I smirked. "It means she has a wolf, Luis. That's the only explanation. I mean, I'm not sure, but I have a plan to find out. Imagine the face of everyone when they found out that they'd been wrong about her all along. I can't wait to give her such a beautiful gift."
Luis, as the fantastic conversationalist he was, blinked.
