'This is the absolute last time I'm asking you anything about outfits.' Seraphine said to Marsha as she smoothed the front of her clothing one final time.
Marsha barely stirred. 'I'm going into a deep sleep anyway.' A long, slow yawn rolled through her, the kind that stretched all the way to the bones. 'But for the record, it wasn't just me making that call. His wolf asked what you were wearing, and I told him what I told you to put on. You both look good.'
Another beat of uncomfortable silence took over her mind before Marsha released another timebomb. 'And the next time you come back, make sure you're carrying his pup.'
Seraphine moved to refute it but it was too late. Marsha had already blocked her.
Seraphine stood there for a second, blinking, equal parts annoyed and flustered, then grabbed her bag and moved.
She made it maybe four steps down the hallway before Voren caught the handle of her luggage right out of her grip.
