A Dark Smell
••• Arabella’s POV •••
After the celebratory feast had concluded, and the nobles had eaten and drunk to their satisfaction, the gathered aristocrats began to bid their farewells and set off on their journeys home.
“Ari,” I heard Mom’s voice, and Max and I quickly stood up as we saw my parents coming toward us, with Dad holding Mom’s waist.
“Mom, Dad, you should’ve waited for us to go to you,” I slightly complained because, as the younger generations, we should be the ones going to them to bid our goodbyes.
“Oh, pish posh,” Mom waved her hand. “You haven’t finished your drinks yet.”
“Your mom needs to sleep soon as we have a full day tomorrow,” Dad informed with a serious tone.
My mom rolled her eyes at Dad while I couldn’t stop the giggles that escaped my lips.
Dad still cared about Mom a lot, and he sometimes spoiled her like a daughter.
“Is your mate like this with you?” Mom asked me through our mindlink.
“I don't think so,” I told her.
“I doubt it. Max and your Dad are kinda similar
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