“Good morning, love.” Zane says, huskily. I stretch my sore limbs and now that I am awake, my stomach is cramping painfully from hunger.
“Mmm. Good morning.” I reply. Killian grumbles and pulls me toward him.
“Are we going to talk about you shifting?” He asks and I scrunch my nose.
“Not until I have a mountain of food in front of me.” I answer, pushing on his chest to stand, but he just holds me tighter and moves his other hand. My surroundings dissipate and I am laying on the floor in my bedroom.
“Get dressed, I’ll mindlink the kitchen to make you food. What would you like?” Killian asks.
“How about, sausage, bacon, eggs, hash browns, waffles, ham, french toast, and… I think that’s it.” I say, listing all of the food that sounds amazing right now. Killian’s eyebrows raise and Zane
