"Okay, Faye, these are the toiletries, and I don't think they are meant to be in the kitchen," Malo said the moment he stepped out of the kitchen.
He dropped the nylon bags on a desk, the plastic crinkling loudly in the sudden quiet of the room. Then he looked at Faye, who was busy staring at Kiara.
He wondered if they were having a staring contest. The way they were looking at each other was intense, like if one of them broke eye contact, they might end up dying. Their eyes were locked like two wolves waiting for the other to make a wrong move.
Even though they were both smiling, it still felt like a no-go zone. The air between them was so heavy and thick that Malo looked like he wanted to turn around and run straight back into the kitchen.
Quietly, he opened the fence door, locating his little sister among the Alpha pups. The moment he spotted Charlie, he gently picked her up.
