Okay, yes, I have power. Massive power. The power to bring a Lycan King to his (metaphorical) knees and give up a ridiculous explanation I really need to hear more of and give me the most amazing kiss of my lifetime, in a dead tie with pretty much ever other kiss we've shared.
But.
But.
Why. Does. My. Luck. Suck?
Granted, I knew the food was coming. Knew. And yet…
Caine's face pushes against my hand, his nose between my middle and index finger, making him look both smushed and sexy with the way his eyes gleam. Yeah, I know. I have a problem. He'd probably look sexy to me covered in mud.
Anyway.
Dinner.
This supposed dinner where my value is rated.
"Someone's here," I insist again, using my free hand to point at the door.
He grunts like a caveman, apparently incapable of wording, and a small thrill flushes through my veins. Yep. I did that. Grace Power.
But more importantly, our food is at the door.
"Shouldn't you go check?"
