There had to be something wrong. Killian looked up at the sky, and when he saw the clouds rolling in, he had a feeling that there was something really, really wrong. He took a sharp turn to the left, and the food containers that he had packed and placed in a paper bag slid into the seat behind him. A good thing that they did not spill on the floor of his car. This shit was pricey as hell.
You did not buy enough. His beast grumbled in his head, interrupting his train of thought.
Seven burgers…I ordered seven burgers for us; I think we have enough. Killian did not think that there was anything wrong with the amount of food that he had ordered. From Chinese to Thai, he ordered every single thing, and it was only upon his beast's insistence that he actually bought burgers.
They are not enough.
