“You want to keep the woman, and yet when I come out of my shop, she is clearly starving! I will not tolerate it!” Misha bellowed, and my mouth fell open. I mean, I was not starving. Not by a long shot… but also, he was yelling. A lot. Rhodes laughed without humor. “Ah, Misha. Don’t think I didn’t notice she was also wearing your shirt and smells of your bed. Are you claiming this pet as yours then?”
