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I step into the apartment. There’s no telltale clacking of keys and grumbling from the living room, so I figure Alec isn’t here for once. The place seems strangely quiet without him.
Elle’s voice echoes into our little reception hall. “I’m in the kitchen!” she calls. A delicious scent fills the air.
My wolf grumbles inside me. “Elle ordered from City Lights of Beijing again.” Her tone says she is definitely not interested.
“That’s your favorite,” I reply in my mind. “Don’t you want any?”
“Not hungry.”
I step into the kitchen and see the largest spread of white delivery boxes ever. “Dang.” I start counting the containers. “Twenty?”
Elle spears a fried crab rangoon from the box in her hand. “And they are going quickly, my friend. I am one hungry girl.”
I take my regular seat at ou
