Chapter Seventy–Two. Davina.
Davina’s Point of View.
I put the breakfast plates, and frying pan from the Irish sausage sandwiches Mars made whilst I bathed Max this morning. I don’t have time to wash them now, but I will do it as soon as we get back from dropping off our pup at school.
“Remember Max, you must keep Thrax under control,” Mars reminds our son as he nods his little head.
A knock at the door sounds, and I instantly jump slightly, as Mars looks at me.
“Relax, it is Siobhan, Ronan and Lucas,” he tells me, feeling my slight panic through our bond.
I blow out a steady breath, steading my nerves, as my Mate answers the door, and our friends, or non-pack-members as I like to think of them, walk into the house.
The boys instantly begin to giggle and chatter, rummaging in
