"Caelin."
"I know."
"No, I don't think you do."
"I know."
A pause.
Then:
"You aren't going to do anything stupid, are you?"
The silence lasted just a little too long.
Beside me, Alaric sighed.
Deeply.
Like a man who had suddenly aged ten years.
"Caelin."
"Maybe."
My wolf groaned.
My mate rubbed both hands down his face.
The children were openly eavesdropping now.
Ella looked horrified.
Owen looked impressed.
Which somehow felt worse.
"Uncle Caelin is going to jail?" Owen asked.
"Probably going to jail," Alaric corrected automatically.
"Hey."
"You're one bad decision away from a restraining order."
"That's dramatic."
"You're stalking a lawyer."
Another pause.
"...when you say it like that, it sounds bad."
"It is bad."
"Why?" Ella asked, sounding suspiciously like
