Chapter 25
We ate our breakfast in the sunroom, plants draping over every available surface in a scene reminiscent of the office where my mate spent so much of his time. And as we nibbled on iced-sugar frosting and peeled layers of sweet pastry off our cinnamon buns, I imagined the hot blood of a rabbit pouring down my throat while hard hind legs kicked their last. I’d been keeping such a tight rein on my inner animal in deference to my mate’s human sensibilities that I could hardly stomach missing a run even among such unfriendly companions as Sarah’s pack mates. Despite my love of pastries, I would have preferred spending this morning as a wolf.
As if sensing my discomfort, Sebastien angled his chair a little closer, his leg brushing up against mine beneath the table. “So...you said th
