I took my coffee cup off the table and moved out of the way. This should be interesting. Dali’s eyes lit up. “You listen to me—” “You barged into the house of the closest person I have to a sister and you interrupted my breakfast.” Dali reached to grab him. Elara’s fingers brushed her. Dali jerked back, a look of pure horror on her face. “If you touch my husband again, I’ll eat your soul, tiger,” Elara said, and drank her cold tea. “Aww, honey.” Hugh smiled at her. “You shouldn’t have.”
