"Kitten… Kitten," Damon called while nudging Talia.
"Mmm?" She mumbled drowsily while snuggling close to him.
Her arms snaked around his naked torso and she buried her face into his chest to take a deep breath of his cent. Dark chocolate and the forest. Her favorites.
Damon could feel that Talia was content, and he didn't want to disturb her rest, but he had to.
"Kitten? Sorry to wake you like this, but we have a crisis."
A pang of anxiety coursed through Talia. A crisis? Was it another spotting of the hybrids and their warriors were dying? But she didn't pick up any alerts. Actually, things were peaceful. "What is it?"
"Vi is not home yet."
Talia groaned. How was that a crisis?
Liseli snickered in Talia's mind. 'Busted! I told you this will happen. Your mate won't like that you kept this from him.'
Talia tuned out her wolf. It was like Liseli enjoyed whenever Damon's feathers were ruffled.
