Candlelit Crossfire

ROWAN’S POV

“Finally,” Sienna drawls. “I thought we were going to have to hose you two down.”

“Shut up,” I say, but I’m grinning. “Let’s go eat your caribou.”

Dinner is a production.

Mateo has transformed the main lodge into something out of a fairy tale — candles everywhere, a fire roaring in the massive stone hearth, the table set with crystal and silver that catches the light like captured star