Chapter 24Shiro was on his knees on the bakery floor putting a Band-Aid on the gash on Pitch’s lower abdomen. “It looks deep.”
“It was, but it’s healing.”
He stood and ran a hand through his hair. He could have lost Pitch, could have gone back to being unmated and scared of everyone crossing the threshold. Any dominant would have had the power to take everything that was his on a whim.
He pulled in a breath. The bakery didn’t smell of freshly baked bread this morning, nor was it filled with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon. “She’ll be here soon?”
“At nine.”
“And you were gonna give her the bakery?”
Pitch pulled him down on his lap. “Never. It’s your bakery. Not mine to sell.”
“You own it.”
“It’s the law, but it’s yours. Do with it as you wish.”
Shiro nodded. It was the law, and i
