Chapter 94: Fighting Both
Draven.
Dennis followed me out of the dining hall like a shadow clinging too closely. He always does this when he has things to say.
I didn’t mind. The atmosphere today was... pleasant.
No one pissed me off.
"You mean our mate?" Rhovan stirred in my head, but I quickly shut him off.
"That dinner wasn’t bad," Dennis said, already sounding too amused with himself. "In fact, I had say it was the most peaceful and interesting meal we’ve had in weeks."
I didn’t respond. Not yet. I knew he wasn’t finished.
He slipped his hands into his pockets. "Did you notice something? Wanda was the one who left early tonight, not Meredith. The tables have turned, big brother."
He was fishing for a reaction. I gave him none.
Dennis grinned wider, cockier. "Come on, admit it. The shift in air? No cold glares, no faked civility. Just calm... well, until you opened your mouth about her eating habits. Why would you liken her to a bird?"
I finally glanced sideways at him. "You sound almost too thrilled."