Chapter 12

Mist's POV

I endured some gagging watching him eat like this while trying not to remember that I usually saw this among the other warlocks, but sometimes with raw meat.

Concentrate Mist, I told myself.

While he ate he took the things he needed out of their places leaving them on the counter. I took a large pot placing water in it to heat it. I added the ingredients little by little while keeping an eye on the beast, who was watching me with his elbows bent on the bar and his head resting on his hands, his brow furrowed as he studied me.

I let the concoction cool. I watched him with my frown before he smiled an odd smile.

“Why did my mate mace his delicate hands with that traitor’s blood?” his smile faded in short order as his gaze began to turn