I gave her arm a gentle tug, pulling her back to the bed. “We’ve got time. I need to talk to you first, and you need to eat. The last thing we need is you passing out.” Wren grumbled something under her breath about overbearing alpha males but shoved a piece of muffin into her mouth. “Talk.” I pressed my lips together to keep from grinning. But that smile didn’t feel nearly as tempting when I thought about what came next.
