(Mila)
"Sorry, my manners must have left me considering I have been running around Black Stone trying to find what you requested all evening." Blake added while narrowing his eyes at my mate.
Suddenly his gaze turned to me, and a bright smile filled him.
"You look good Mil, getting a bit of color back in those cheeks." He said with a grin.
Him calling me Mil made my heart clench, reminding me of my father's nickname he used for me. All of a sudden he stopped walking and began sniffing the air. Wait, he couldn't smell me like Rowan said he could, could he? My heart began to pound until Rowan grabbed my hand, holding it tenderly as Blake spoke.
"Oh, is that spaghetti? My favorite!" He exclaimed, continuing to walk over. I let out a sigh of relief and Rowan leaned into me.
"If you wa
