Relief throbbed through her voice, and Marc was surprisingly touched. Lionesses made for odd mothers. They’d kill for their cubs, but they were mostly disinterested in what those cubs did with their lives, almost to the point of abandonment.
That was why no male was particularly sad when they had to mate with humans. Why anyone would want a Lioness to mother their cubs, Marc had no idea.
“I’m fine. Just sore,” Ryan murmured, not getting up from the sofa which was unlike him, and telling of how battered he still was. “You’ll have to forgive the lack of a kiss.”
She blinked, but her jaw tensed. “For you to be in one piece, I’ll forgive a lot.” Her gaze cut to the other people in the room, and at the sight of Bailey, her nostrils flared. “Who’s this?”
“A uniform who attended the explosion
