My dad became a monk after his mate died

practically worshipping him. In their bond, she was always the one bending over backward, forg

now, she'd pro

letting th

m from the side and started swinging it like a lunatic, shooing

, cursing. "Miranda Voss, have you lost your mind? How dare

up some dog crap with the broom and smear

e chaos, I heard Mom

street, Mom stood holding groce

she back

her view, but it was too la

onfident-a far cry from the frumpy housemate she used to be. He shifted awkwardly, wiping

, terrified she'd fall for

smiled softly.

hed over. "Mom, call security

"Miranda, what's that talk? That's no

ght hold a grudge, that he'd have to sweet-talk his way back i

pointed at me, smug. "You raised

iranda's just got a strong person

aundry in public, Dad forced a

s hand. "Lucinda, th

iling at me. "Miranda, open

ould he get t

sweetie. Don't ma

fishing out my keys a

s touch, but he brushed it off. She's probably just sulki

arlier irritation and strode into

n, modern, the kind of place that makes you stop and

ect for reading. The decor's a bit tacky, though-she-wolve

almost six. The feng shui wolf said the first meal in a new house has to be

Dad and Aunt Cheryl. Why were they ev