Melanie's POV
He and Camille were standing side-by-side, coming down from the upper floors.
That whole "busy" was probably just having dinner with Camille.
But I didn't say any of this out loud.
During dinner, I tried to keep my tone light, sticking to talking to Trista about school and the cartoons she was watching.
Maybe because I had intentionally given her more freedom lately, not using my Luna aura to control her or correct every "rude" thing she said, she was much closer than before. She wasn't moody or impatient anymore.
She ate and talked, occasionally leaning into me. Her pup pheromones quietly diffused into the air, making the table finally feel a little bit like "home."
After dinner, Trista pulled me upstairs.
She said she wanted me to bathe her, wash her hair, and blow
