Savage
Once again, the sexy eyebrow shoots up, nearly to her hairline.
“Camila. She was ... encouraging me to become intimate before I left for your birthday.”
Reagan snorts. “Of course she was. I’m almost beginning to wonder if she and Markus weren’t doing something to make Samson go feral faster, although I have no idea what that could be. I’ll have Meadow see what she can do from a magical perspective to keep you safe. But for now, come eat,” she says, turning to the desk.
“I don’t think I can,” I tell her.