Caesar let out a sigh so heavy it could have deflated a hot air balloon, then turned on his heel and trudged back toward the bed like a man accepting his fate at the DMV.
"Fine. Fine! Maybe this IS fate." He threw his hands up in theatrical defeat. "You know what? Our main goal in sneaking into this pack was to kidnap our new stepsister anyway. So if our stepsister turns out to be our fated mate? That's not a problem—that's efficiency! That's killing two birds with one stone! That's a BUY ONE GET ONE FREE deal from the Moon Goddess herself!"
Caelian, still rubbing his sore ribs, snorted. "Great. Glad you've made peace with it. Now HURRY UP and grab her. We've been here so long that Oliver is probably turning into an owl on a tree outside. And not a cool owl—a judgmental one. He'll stare at us with those big creepy eyes and say nothing, and we'll all feel bad about ourselves."
