She eyed the large animal that was dripping blood on the floor and brightened a bit. “Heck yeah! I haven’t had boar since my visit. I bet Creelee would like some of this.” Gilheim frowned. “Does your mate not hunt for you?” Meryn thought it over a moment. “He orders me brownies.” Gilheim looked over to where the men sat as if evaluating each individual. “Ah. I see.” He smiled down at Meryn. “I will hunt for you so that you and your child will stay healthy.” “Now, wait a damn minute,” Aiden said, standing quickly. All the men present bristled at the unsaid implications.
