Maeve
After things finally settled down around the pack house, and the others left for Fiona's, I teleported myself into Luke's small kitchen.
I smiled as I watched him washing the dishes, and he turned his head just enough to look at me over his shoulder.
"You took your sweet time getting back here to see me, didn't you?"
I raised my brow as I put a hand on my hip. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy? Or is that impatience?"
Luke scoffed as he shook his head. "Me? Jealous? Do I really strike you as the jealous kind?"
"Fine. Impatient it is!"
"Impatient, huh? I'm still here, aren't I? It's not like I went back to the underworld or anything." Luke turned off the water and grabbed a hand towel to dry off his hands.
I squinted my eyes as I glared at him. "Don't even play that game with me
