[Meredith].
Draven didn't stop at the doorway.
He walked straight up to me, cupped my face with one hand, and stole a kiss before I could even register his presence. It was brief, warm, and familiar enough to make my shoulders loosen without my permission.
Dennis made a soft gagging sound behind us.
Draven pulled back and glanced around the room, his eyes flicking from the worktable to the half-sorted herbs and jars.
"I wasn't expecting you two back so soon," he said mildly. "I thought you would spend more time arguing with vendors and haggling over leaves."
I managed a smile. "We couldn't find all the herbs I wanted. Most of what they had wasn't fresh enough."
"That market was never known for medicine," he replied easily. "Fortunately, Mystic Furs isn't the only pack in Stormveil." His gaze lingered on mine for a beat, then he suggested, "You should visit the Moonstone local market next time."
