Parisa's POV
My dad's stare continued to bare into Hades as we held our hands above the table. I'm sure seeing his daughter, who was once a tiny child, now brings home a mate disturbed him. Then again, Hades was my mate, so he couldn't disapprove, could he?
Mama had made Monti Cristo Sandwiches, a type of fried ham and cheese sandwich that I remember that used to be my favorite. I patiently waited until she put the large pan on the table until reaching for one quickly and scarfing it down. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I started eating. I was a growing wolf, after all.
"I'll have Amanda come over and make us more; she'll be so happy to see you too, Parisa," mama said as she went back to the kitchen. "I can't believe she's back," she whispered to herself as she held back a sob
