Chapter 23 WORTHY

The whole dining hall was awash in the scent of the smokey, stone fireplace and the week’s worth of food set before them in honor of Rosemary and Sigrid’s arrival.

Daniel’s eyes were bathed in the fire’s light as he held Sigrid on his lap, and she slapped joyfully at the table before her while her uncles and cousins took their turns entertaining her with their silly faces.

Always a hero to Rosemary, she rested her chin on her hand and gazed at the warm amber and gold that flickered in his eyes.

As a man, he was handsome, but as a father, he was exquisite. If she was ever confused about her feelings before, she had no doubt now that she was in love.

Daniel was in his place of power, the birthplace of his bloodline, and no one was safe from him there, not even his mate. He could see all her thoughts laid before him like a book, and when the memory of their reunion on the rug in their bedroom came back to her mind, Daniel’s eyes flicked back to her.