“With me, then,” Seth rephrased. “What do ya want with me?”
“To start, you can answer a pressing question.” Laurent leaned against the arm of the chair, leaving his hand fixed to Seth’s cheek. He waited for Laurent to continue. “The night is far from young, but it won’t be morning yet for a few hours. Yet here you are. On two feet. No fur. No fangs. No claws.”
Seth sighed and leaned his head back, leaving Laurent’s hand hanging in the air. He took a moment to rub sore muscles and stretch his neck. Still stretching, Seth swung his gaze to the door when it opened. Laurent didn’t bother to look. He already knew it was only Anne returning with a serving cart, which she wheeled over to set in front of Seth and then uncovered the silver platters she’d prepared for him.
Delicious scents danced
