Azandra POV
Azandra slowly walked through the house so she didn't get too far away from Kyon. She didn't want to give Marcus any more attention than she had to. D*mn him for asking so nicely and not even reacting to that kiss with Kyon.
“Your house is lovely," he said after a moment.
“That's all my parents' doing. My cottage–"
“You have your own cottage?" He looked bemused by that.
“It's where I do my healing without disturbing my parents with a steady stream of patients."
Marcus bowed his head in respect. “Maybe you can show it to me. And talking about healing … that is why I wanted to speak with you. I seek your advice."
Nothing he could have said would make her immediately give him all her attention. “You said it's a pack matter. What is happening with your people?"
They walked
