Eira's POV
"Don't give me that attitude," Rafe's words got me back to reality. "I am here because your brother Jason begged me… I mean messaged me to give you this potion. I don't want to disobey the one who puts tasty food in my stomach every day. Now open your mouth, or I will ask Eira to do it for me."
Me? Why is he dragging me into it? Lucian had already warned me to stay away from him.
As if it worked, Lucian finally allowed him to feed that potion. "You do know how to be obedient and open your mouth… wide…" Rafe teased with a meaning.
Lucian glared at him, "I will make you open yours till you choke."
I chuckled again. These two were back at it again.
But this time my chuckle earned me stares from the other two.
Rafe tossed the bottle in the trash bin and came to me with a judgemental gaze. "What are you laughing at, Caldwell?"
I quickly shook my head, sinking myself towards Roman, "I… wasn't…"
