Tobi’s POV
I felt rough this morning—not a normal sensation for me. Even after a night of heavy drinking, I’d never been one for hangovers.
Lila just blinked at me through bleary eyes, and I knew immediately:
This was her hangover.
The mate bond was getting more sensitive by the day, making me feel every little inconvenience. I needed to get some food into her—and fast.
Marguerite came to call on Lila, offering to show her how to bathe.
The bathrooms in this place were little more than toilets, sinks, and bathtubs that had to be filled by hand—no modern plumbing anywhere.
I sat quietly while Lila soaked in the heavily scented bath Marguerite prepared, trying and failing to focus on the day’s paper.
There was nothing interesting except a small article on Christmas, the reporter tre
