The phone pressed to my ear, I listened to Tristan's labored breathing on the other end of the line. Even through the call, I could sense his discomfort.
"You sound terrible," I said, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind my ear. "How's the recovery going?"
"Like I've been poisoned with silver," Tristan replied dryly. "Which, as you know, I have been."
I couldn't help but smile. Even in pain, the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack maintained his sardonic humor.
"I made venison stew," I told him. "Infused with healing crystals. It might help with the pain."
There was a pause on the other end. "Are you inviting me over, Luna Aurelia?"
"Don't call me that," I said automatically. "And yes, if you think you can make it to my cottage without collapsing."
"For your cooking? I'd crawl there if necessary."
