Chapter 238: Trained Pet

"It seems like a lifetime since I saw you last," Graeme groaned into his mate's hair, nuzzling against her neck, uncaring as to who saw.

Agnes and Ethel's house smelled divine. Love and memories, tears and laughter were all baked into the chosen desserts for this Samhain's soul cakes.

"What are you baking?" he pulled away from her only far enough to look into her eyes. His eyebrows immediately threaded together with the increase in gold he saw there, even more since he left her earlier in the evening.

"Chocolate chip cookies. My mom loved them. I mean she loves them," she laughed softly, trying to dispel the melancholy with little forced flights of breath in her laughter. "They are done already. Would you like one?" she turned to grab one off of the counter to offer him.