Luthor retrieved a mug from the cabinet and set it on the counter before turning to retrieve the kettle. He was preparing to fill it with water when Sharon spoke again, her voice low but still resonating in the empty room. "Do you have cocoa instead?"
His hand stopped on the faucet. When he faced her, she wasn't even looking at him, but down at her folded hands instead. Vulnerable. Fragile. How could he refuse her anything? This woman had just performed powerful magic on his wolves to protect herself, and now she was asking him for something as simple as cocoa. Something inside him melted, and he nodded.
"Yeah," he said, less harshly than he had earlier, "I do."
"Thanks," Sharon mumbled. The last traces of the magic had finally cleared from her skin, leaving her pale and exhausted. He k
