“A little overly dramatic, love, don’t you think?” Lycur’s voice purrs from the door, his sinful grin makes my knees turn to jelly. He has cut his hair short, which makes him look even more devastating, and his body has grown leaner with all the training and exercise. He stalks over to give me a kiss; his hand lies protectively over our child snuggled between us. I twine my arms around his neck and hold him close with a sigh. “How are you and the pup feeling today?”
“The pup is being very active, and I’m fine, just sick of this room. Can we eat in the hall tonight?” I pull back just enough so that he can see the pleading look on my face. He frowns in mock ferocity, and I know I have already won.
“Please Lycur I want to eat in the hall tonight too.” Lyva tugs at his sleeve; her expression
