Drafting the Pack

Cassian lifted a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Hungry? Did I not feed you properly, Ms. Vance?"

Marcella immediately understood what was implied. Her face flushed with heat. "I-I mean hungry. My stomach is hungry."

Cassian took her hand and brushed a light kiss over her pale knuckles. "Understood. I will head downstairs and prepare dinner for you. Tonight, I will make sure you're well f