I spent the day prepping for the alpha’s meeting and directing the guards. The council dogged my every move, and I was late to dinner. I half expected to find the table empty, but there Kiana sat, drumming her fingers on the table with one hand and reading a book with another.
“I brought tacos,” I said, hating the hesitation in my voice. In jeans and a T-shirt, she didn’t look like she was playing games.
“Great. I’m starving.” Putting the book down, she straightened.
She’d set the table and put out a couple of beers. Cautiously, I sat the bag down. “What are you reading?”
“A romance novel,” she said with a dry laugh. “Amelia's little joke. Turns out it is enjoyable, though.”
I wasn’t about to touch that one with a ten-foot pole. “I gather you know that they’re coming.”
“Just a few da
