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lot easier if you don’t make comments about how I look when I’m angry. I need someone to watch out while I strengthen the protections. Can you do that?”
“I will be your loyal guard.” He bowed to her, foppish and endearing at the same time. Dom smiled a little. “I like it when you smile. Now is there anything I can help you with? We need to get these things finished quickly. Keep in mind that the shifters might be sending people to guard the house.”
“What are you talking about?” She asked, caught completely unaware by the news. “The shifters are going to be coming here?”
“They want to make sure that my mate stays safe.” He explained it as gently as possible, but there was no way to gauge what her reaction was going to be. “It’s not a guarantee and I didn’t tell them where you lived.”
“I cannot believe you’ve led them on like this.”
“Really, you can’t believe that? It’s getting both sides to work together, and it’s going to lay the ground work for future talks.”
Chapter5
It was after dark by the time she finished her spells. Gregor had remained quiet and respectful the entire time she worked, dancing through the house in her swirling skirts. She chanted and spread around the smoke from various herbs and plants. She looked like she was painting the walls with her protective spell.
Gregor watched protectively as she stepped outside, continuing her work on the edges of her property. He stood guard in silence, watching earnestly, trying to learn her nature, the ways of her magic, the special personal manner in which she carried herself. He watched her, wanting nothing more than to touch her everywhere.
When she finally finished her work, he followed her back inside of her house. “Do you need anything?” He asked eager to help with her troubles.
“I’m just a little tired right now. I’ll be fine in a moment.” She panted as she sat down on the couch.
“What do you have to eat around here?” He walked into the kitchen and opened the empty fridge. “I don’t see any food in your house.”
“What are you talking about? There’s food everywhere here. Let me go pick some things up.”
She followed him and grabbed a wicker basket that was sitting by the back door. He followed her out to the greenhouse in the back yard and watched her carefully pick a basket full of fresh vegetables, fruits and herbs.
He frowned. “Don’t you eat meat?” The question was disturbed.
“I don’t eat meat.”
“Then can we order something in or go to the grocery store. I can’t go without protein.”
“I could make some beans if you would like them.” She suggested, knowing that it wasn’t going to work.
He laughed at the suggestion. “Do you think that I’m a were-rabbit?”
“No, I suppose not.” She agreed. “Do you want to go to a grocery store, or do you want to order in?” She asked him, hoping that he would make it easier on her.
“We’ll order in tonight and go to the store in the morning. How does pizza sound? I can get it half with meat on it and half without.”
She walked back into the living room. “That sounds fine. There’s a number on the fridge.” She pointed into the kitchen haphazardly.
He called after getting the order of what she wanted, trying to keep his plan a secret. She was lying on the couch when he returned. He parked in an easy chair and told her that dinner would be here in a little less than an hour. She nodded to him and handed him the remote before closing her eyes. Gregor watched her rest for a moment, noticing her arm draped around her waist before turning on the television. There really wasn’t anything that he was interested in watching and he was sure that the television hadn’t been used very often since he had left a month before. Turning the volume low, he contented himself to watch her rest until the pizza arrived.
She sat up