Perfect.
A peace offering and a battle ration.
“Aria?” he asked.
“Dying.”
“Again?”
“Ankles.”
He winced with the helpless empathy of a brother who knew exactly what Alaric was like around a pregnant Aria.
“Alaric?”
“Building reinforcements.”
Caelin nodded solemnly. “Reasonable.”
“It is absolutely not reasonable.”
Caelin considered this. “Alpha nesting.”
I pointed at him with my coffee. “Do not defend him.”
“I would never.”
“You are defending him with your face.”
“My face is loyal.”
“Your face is biased.”
“My face loves you.”
I hated him.
I loved him so much I wanted to bite him.
MrBigshot chose that moment to stretch across the Hollow Moon file, claws dragging over the top page.
Caelin’s eyes narrowed.
“Your cat is sitting on my affidavit.”
“Our cat.”
His gaze snappe
