Chapter 33
LUKE STEPPED IN SO close his burnt cinnamon scent surrounded me...and his chest appeared in the thumbnail. Random body parts turned out to be enough for his ex because she leaned back in her seat, a feline smile spreading across her face. “Luke,” she purred.
“What do you want?”
“I want exactly what you want. For my pack to be safe.”
Smugness faded as quickly as it had arrived, though, her mouth twisting as if her subsequent words tasted foul on her tongue. “I’ll come to your nephew’s Naming Ceremony,” she continued, “if you grant us a spot beneath your protective wing.”
“Fiona,” Luke rumbled, his scent sweetening as he dropped down to a crouch so his face became visible in the thumbnail. “You know that’s not possible. I’m handfasted to Honor. If you’d wanted that sort of pr
