**Isabella**
I squirmed in my seat, trying to relieve the weight on my sore behind, but it wasn't working. Being from the cursed pack of Red-water, which meant being wolfless, our healing was slow and usually took time.
"This is quite good," Razor's eyes brightened with a broad smile as he took a slice of toast, totally ignoring my uncomfortable movement. Fucking brute. "Quite tasty. Did you make this?"
Fuck it! I picked up my glass of juice from the table, nearly spilling it before I placed it back down. "Of course," my lips curved into a forced smile. I took a napkin and wiped my lips. "I'm glad you like it."
Razor brought his glass of juice to his lips. "I do, and I must say you're a fast learner. Well done, my little wife," he smiled into his cup. "It's delicious."
"Thank you." Although I didn't make it, Cross did. But I must admit, my stomach was swimming with butterflies at Razor's praise. I couldn't explain the feeling, it just felt good.
