REMI'S POV
Marisol's hotel suite had been arranged for cooking.
Not the standard suite arrangement — she'd spoken to the concierge the day she'd arrived in the city and negotiated access to the catering kitchen on the same floor, which she'd been using since Tuesday to produce the kind of food that required real equipment and could not be adequately approximated in a hotel kitchen. She had also, apparently, told the catering staff that she was the biological mother of the Wolfe pack's Luna-designate and was preparing a private family dinner, and they had responded by leaving her entirely alone and making sure the kitchen was stocked.
I learned all of this when we arrived Thursday evening and Marisol opened the door in an apron with sauce on one sleeve and the expression of someone who h
