CONAN —

“Yeah, a good friend,” I stuttered, forcing a smile.

“Kids, this is Alpha Conan. I believe you already met him the first day of our arrival,” she remarked.

“Yes, Mom, he saved us from those kidnappers; he is a nice man,” the little boy chimmed in.

“That’s my favorite,” I mumbled inwardly, feeling proud.

“Yes, dear, he’s my very good friend,” Yvonne added.

Gosh, could she even stop referring to me as a friend? We were not friends; she’s my ex-mate, for goodness sake. And she is the only thing I’m craving more than anything else on this earth.

“Not only that he saved us, he was also...