Dane pov
Sitting on the floor infrontbof the coffee table, I watch as Ariah digs into the plate of food in front of her. I think we exhausted her with our early morning escapades. Dex and Deaks sit on the opposite side to us and silently scarf down their own meals. The events of the last few days are still hanging heavily over us as we try to work out a plan to defeat the witches.
" This is delicious, Dexter. I didn't know you could cook!" My sweetness says as she shoves another bite of bacon into her mouth. " Just because we have a chef doesn't mean I'm completely useless, I just don't have much time for things like cooking, especially when trying to take care of a whole pack." Dex retorts with a smug grin.
I watch as our poor mate tries to apologise, thinking she has insulted Dex.
