Hana took her seat, the sheer weight of their collective, protective gazes washing over her. She picked up a piece of the roasted meat, the rich flavors hitting her tongue and instantly satisfying the low, rumbling demand from her belly.
"Caspian," Hana said between bites, her tone perfectly casual as she wiped her fingers.
The dragon tilted his head, his brow arching. "What?"
"When you're done eating, you, Ren, and Raiden are going up to the room," she stated, looking him dead in the eye. "I have about a hundred boxes of baby formula and heavy furniture that need to be neatly organized. Try not to break anything with those claws."
Raiden choked on his own breath, while Caspian simply blinked, momentarily struck dumb by the sudden command from his mate.
