I crossed my arms over my chest. “You don’t go in until the afternoon. And then you’re there until closing, and I’m pretty sure you don’t eat dinner half the nights either.” I’d memorized her schedule when I’d been stuck in her bed, day after day in wolf form, unable to move or talk as my body stitched itself back together. Eryne pouted. “Fine. You caught me.” She grumbled something under her breath about me having her daily routine committed to memory. Plating up the food, I handed her a full dish. “Appease me.”
