Mirellie
Evander rubbed a tired hand over his face. He suddenly looked very exhausted. “Calliope—”
“Oh my God, you are!” she shrieked hysterically. “Why would she be in your room?”
I backed toward the bed instinctively, horrified heat flooding my face.
“It’s the only available suite,” Evander said sharply. “The lodge is full because of the storm.”
But Calliope was no longer listening properly.
“No!” she cried. “No, absolutely not! Why would she even stay there with you? Why didn’t she sleep somewhere else?”
My chest tightened painfully.
“She’s the Luna,” Evander replied coldly, like the answer should have been obvious. “I cannot stay in a separate room while the hotel owner and staff wonder why their Alpha refuses to sleep beside his own mate.”
Calliope’s breathing turned uneven t
