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from the table there
was a cast-iron stove, and Dante stood there stirring something in a pan. She could
easily hear the crackling of what was frying, and it smelled really good, just
like bacon.
    The smells of
the food made her mouth water and her tummy rumbled quite loudly. Dante turned
and looked at her. He smiled as his gaze traveled over her standing there clad
in only his shirt.
    “You should be
in bed. You’re still weak.”
    He walked toward
her. She panicked, taking a step away too quickly and her legs went out from
under her. Anya’s arms reached out to grab a hold of anything to keep from
falling. That anything just happened to be Dante.
    With a strong
set of arms wrapped around her, she leaned against his bare chest as he held
her. Heat washed over her at the almost too intimate contact.
    “Please, I’m
tired of lying down,” she whispered as he swept her up into his arms.
    “All right,” he
said with a smile still playing on his lips. He walked over to the table and
kicked a chair out far enough so he could sit her on it.
    “Breakfast is
almost ready. I hope you don’t mind scrambled eggs.”
    He sounded cheerful
as he turned his attention back to the stove. Anya felt strange. He acted as if
she lived there and was not a prisoner, as if this were something they might do
every day.
    He took both the
plates and piled pieces of fried meat and scrambled eggs on them and then placed
them on the table. He poured what smelled like coffee into both their cups and
then sat across from her.
    “Eat, it’ll help
give you back your strength,” he said before shoveling his food into his mouth.
“Go on now, eat. I’m really not that bad of a cook.” She still hadn’t touched
the meal in front of her. She looked from him to the food and caved in to her
hunger and began to eat.
     
    *
     
    Dante watched
her slowly start to eat. Her gaze darted all over his cabin, and he thought of
how curious she seemed to be.
    “You can stay
here until I return from the mainland,” he said as he poured more coffee into
both their cups.
    “Are you going
to let me go?” she asked. Her eyes seemed different to him today. Not as angry-looking.
    “That will
depend on how cooperative your brother is.”
    “And if he doesn’t
know who your sister is either?”
    “You know what
will happen.”
    “So if you find
out where your sister is you’ll let me go?”
    “Anya, you
submitted to me last night. Do you really think I want to let you go?” he asked,
searching for any sign that the human part of her was willing to submit as
well.
    The look she
gave him was perplexing. It showed her outrage, but it showed something else as
well.
    “That’s only
because of the condition my body in,” she snapped. The anger in her tone
sounded forced.
    “Trust me, I
know all too well you’re in heat,” he said sternly. The smell was still heavy
in the air, and it was hard not to sweep her up and take her back to his bed
and lay claim to her.
    “What if your
sister doesn’t want to come back here? What if she’s already mated and happy?” she
demanded. Anya’s probing revealed to him that she knew something, and as much
as he wanted to order her to tell him, he knew she wouldn’t.
    “If she’s happy
with her mate, then he can be fostered into the pack. Anya, all I want is my
sister home safe and sound. Just like your brother wants you home safely.”
    The heavy
knocking on his door interrupted their talk, and he nearly growled out his
anger. “Come in,” he said loudly.
    “Hey, I’m not
too early this time am I?” Memphis asked as he stepped inside. His gaze
immediately went to the girl across the table. There was a broad smile on his
face as his gaze continued to travel over her, and Dante growled deeply.
    “No, I was just
going to go get ready. Remember, Memphis, the girl is mine,” he snapped as he
stood, and Memphis shifted awkwardly from one foot to another.
    “I know…I-I’m
sorry,” he stammered.
    “Good. I’ll