“I know the meatloaf is bad, but at least try to finish it for my dad’s sake,” Isabella said to me through the mind link, eyeing the last of the meatloaf on my plate that I’d mashed corn and peas into.
know the meatloaf is bad, but at least try to finish it for my dad’s sake,”Preparing myself for the worst, I grabbed my last heaping forkful and stuffed it into my mouth, shoving it down my throat and trying hard not to gag on it. Mom would love to come over here and teach her father how to cook. She made s**t-tons of food every day for the pack warriors.
“How was the food?” Isabella’s father asked.
“Great,” Roman said from beside Isabella.
“Best meatloaf I’ve ever had. We’ll have to do it again,” I said, which earned me a hard kick under the table from Isabella.
She gave me a pointed s
