Roman's POV
After what Kael did today, we were in a merry mood for the first time in a long while. The weight of accepting that bitch Sophia as our mate, in case Kael gave in to her request, had finally been lifted.
From the looks of it, after treating her, Kael might just keep his distance from her—and that would be truly great.
"He doesn't fancy that bitch. This calls for a celebration," Lucian announced as he stood up from the sofa, his tone dripping with enthusiasm. "And to celebrate it, I am going to cook again for you all. A feast for the gods."
Jason and I exchanged a look. Wasn't this bastard being overly enthusiastic about cooking these days?
"You're going to celebrate by cooking?" I asked, arching a brow. "As far as I remember, your way of celebrating always includes drinking and fucking some bitches."
"This celebration calls for my hungry stomach, not my cock," he replied without even turning to look at me.
