Elara had encountered a man somewhere who supplied drugs and fit the description of the "pig." Her brows knitted tightly as the memory suddenly came back to her.
"Perhaps from that time at the bar?" She asked, her voice suddenly sounding tense.
Although she didn't mention a specific time, I seemed to understand and nodded.
"Ah," Elara said, slowly massaging the nape of my neck.
Of course, Elara had remembered. It was the animal who had tried to use the bathroom in a disgustingly messy way.
After that incident, she had only blacklisted him then, but now it seemed that wasn't enough. He had dared to try and reach for what belonged to her.
"...Pigs should stay on the farm."
A vein pulsed at her temple, her neck tendons straining against her skin. Her pheromones, which usually wrapped around me like a soft blanket, suddenly shifted into something sharp and fast.
