POV: Liam
We moved into the house together, Edric a half-step behind me and then beside me, the two of us filling the doorway the way you filled a doorway when neither of you was willing to let the other go first and both of you had stopped caring about the optics of it.
The hallway ran straight back to the kitchen, lit gold from the fixture over the stove. The second Court wolf was still down against the baseboard, breathing, the rise and fall of his chest slow and even in the specific rhythm of something that would wake up with a headache and nothing worse. I catalogued him without stopping. Not our priority.
The voice from the kitchen again, the young one, less certain now than it had been thirty seconds earlier. "I'm not going to ask twice."
“You already have,” Rachel said. “Twice
