The next day, Allison grinned as she skipped out of Deucalion's office, following him down the hallway. Thanks to her attentions, he wasn't complaining about his afternoon meeting with the witches.
At the head of the stairs, he turned to wrap her up in his arms. "I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'll call you when I'm on my way home. For some reason, they want to meet out away from the pack land."
She rubbed her hands up his arms, feeling the definition of his muscles under her palms. "It makes sense. They just want to talk to you alone. Just don't give them too much attitude, alright? We need these alliances. Try to reign in the kingliness."
Letting out a breath, he leaned his forehead against hers. "Yeah, I hear you. Sometimes I can't help it."
Her hands rubbed over his neck.
