Felicity kept her hand on the door. It would have been terribly convenient if Damien's warning had killed her interest, but she'd already spent the better part of supper looking at his mouth. "If you tell me you eat your wife afterward, I'll take my chances. I saw how much stew you put away."
"I was trying to tell you I'd like to be your husband," Damien said, and the joke died on her lips. "For me, mating means staying. I wanted you to know what I'd be asking of you."
The hall behind her ran past the cubs' room and ended at the sunroom. Victor had put a lamp in her hands to light that short walk. Voss had started a game with Frost so she'd have some time. Neither had asked when she'd be back. Now here she was, one hand on a door that opened from the inside, with a man who'd once had the power to keep her and had taken apart everything he owned to get her out instead.
"Do you want me to tell the others afterward, or would you rather we told them together?" she asked.
