They didn't rush to leave the hotel immediately after their meal. Elias had reserved the entire restaurant for them to have a private dinner. His original plan had been to grovel during the meal, but there was no need to do so now.
Sienna sat across from him, the crystal lantern light from the lamp on the table flickering against her soft features. She ate her food slowly, taking small bites, in a way she didn't do in the privacy of their home. If Ali had learned to slurp her drinks, it was from Sienna.
He leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. "Sienna," he said, voice low, "what do you plan to do about Gracie, the hawk beast woman that shoved Ali. You are my leopard, you have never spared anyone that dared to touch our cubs. I doubt that you are about to start today."
Sienna dabbed her lips with the napkin, her eyes glinting. "Already handled."
His ears twitched. "Handled? How?"
