Levi’s POV:
We pull into the pub’s parking lot and head indoors. The food smells amazing and my stomach growls again. I walk us towards a small table and pull out Dahnya’s chair for her. She looks a little surprised but gladly takes a seat. The waitress comes to take our drink orders, and she lists some house beers. Nope, not going to happen. Alcohol might amplify the pull she feels towards me. I’m not worried about me, but if she does something she’ll later regret, she might not want to see me again. “She’s underage, no thanks.”
Dahnya is attentive and calls the waitress back. She asks to order starters because my growling stomach has made it loud and clear just how hungry I am. I whisper a silent thank you to the Moon Goddess. My mate isn’t just a pretty face; she’s kind and intelligen
