Cash’s POV
Even though I had my eyes on the prize, I had manners, especially when it came to my dear grandmother. Walking past Raven to my grandmother, I leaned down, placing a kiss on her cheek, before I apologized to her, by saying, “I am sorry grandmother, but I must steal my mate from your presence.”
A soft smile slowly formed on my grandmother’s face, as I turned towards Raven, who stared at me with widened eyes from my confession to my grandmother. I didn’t even give Raven a moment to respond, as I plucked her right from the barstool, making her let out a yelp, while the spoon that was in her hand fell to the countertop with a clang.
“Cash, what are you doing?” Raven nervously asks, as I toss her over my right shoulder, and begin to carry her up the stairs to my room.
Ever since
