"That's not the word I'd use. Of all the things you should worry about, Sable’s not one of them. She can communicate mentally with other wolves if she chooses to, and she’s always jabbering atme, so she gets plenty of social interaction. She just wants to be cuddled."
"And for you to fuck him."
"Why is that a priority?"
"He's so beautiful."
She wasn’t wrong.
"Her name is Sable?"Callum asked.
"Yeah." I stepped into the bathroom to use the facilities, stopping in the closet to put on a pair of colorful, stretchy shorts, a sports bra, and a cropped white t-shirt. My curls went up in their usual messy bun, since I hadn’t taken the time to fix them after my shower, and they’d dried weird.
When I went back out into the bedroom, Callum was still in bed. He was typing something on his phone, but not in any kind of a hurry.
His gaze lifted to me.
"Did Sable help with the pain?" I asked.
"She did."
I waited for an"I’ve never slept that well in my life"or just a"thank you"but neither came.
His gaze didn’t leave me, though.
The man was so freaking confusing.
Whatever.
I padded out of the bedroom. The temperature outside the room was significantly warmer, which made me think his magic was harder to control at night.
"Don't forget to make him fall in love with you,"Sable said with a massive yawn.
"I decided seduction was a better idea, remember?"
"You haven't successfully managed any part of either one."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Someone has to be honest here."
"Oh, just go to sleep."
She yawned again."Good idea."
I made myself some coffee before sitting down with my laptop. At least Callum wasn't there to close it again.
I’d only been working for a few minutes when the front door opened.
A woman came striding down the main hallway a few minutes later. I heard the click of her heels on the tile even though I couldn’t see her.
She stopped in the hall, probably checking the office. When she didn’t find Callum there, she came into the kitchen.
I blinked when I saw her.
She was stunning. Tall and strong, wearing a tight pencil skirt, an expensive-looking silk blouse, and a blazer. Her black hair was up in a sleek, coiled bun on top of her head, and her darkbrown skin was clear and glowing.Whatever kind of immortal she was, she definitely wasn’t a shifter.
Not a nonmagical one, at least. Dragons, phoenixes, and a few other types had a little more access to their innate magic than us werewolves.
