Roman’s POV
Either way, I moved quickly, grabbing a plate with pancakes, a glass of juice, and some French toast to take out to Eira.
"You only care about that b***h," Lucian scowled, as he stood up and instructed me. "Wait here."
He walked back into the kitchen, pulled out Fluffy’s eating bowl from the cabinet, and poured in some dog food before handing it over to me.
As he returned to his seat, Rafe couldn’t resist. "Were you worried for your pet or that b***h?" he asked with a smirk. "Fluffy does have a habit of stealing food from others’ plates."
"I don’t want him being fed by that b***h," Lucian replied coldly. "My pet, my responsibility."
I let out a sigh as I walked to the door. This bastard and his endless excuses.
Anyways, Eira was going to love eating this pancake once mor
