“You don’t like pancakes?”
“I’ve never had pancakes.”
Romeo grinned at him. “I wish I had jam, but I’m afraid not.” He whirled around. “I have a can of peaches. We’ll take it and maybe I could thicken the syrup they’re in.” The last part, he mumbled to himself, but Emeric nodded in reply.
“Right. Have a seat.” He gestured at the kitchen table. “I’ll go get a book so I can rip out a page and write a quick note to Mamma should the wolves come running. You could hold them off for a minute or two, right?”
Emeric grinned, fangs becoming visible. “I could if I wanted to.”
“Ah, pancakes, my friend. The wolves won’t give you pancakes, so I think you should protect me.”
“You’re paying for your life with pancakes?”
Romeo shook his head as he moved toward the doorway. “Nope, I’m paying for tim
