The First Step

"We need a bigger bathroom," I mutter when I try to scratch an itch on my leg and I realize I can't bend over that much, "Bigger kitchen, too. This house is fucking tiny for a prince, Ash."

"It's not fucking tiny," he rolls his eyes, annoyed, "It’s a four bedroom house. How big is yours, huh? And did you even have a house?"

"Nope, I lived in different hotels around the world. None of them had such a tiny bathroom," I continue. And I keep thinking... if we had a palace, we'd have huge bathrooms. But that's only if we get our very own pack.

Everytime I think about it, I want it more and more.

"Stop complaining, Cain. This is perfect," Georgie says, as if she's not nearly suffocating because we're both crowding her, "I like this house. We can live here when we get married. We don’t need a bigger place anyway, not for a while.”

Asheron lifts his eyes to find mine. He doesn't like that idea. He wants to give her a palace and now I want the same thing.

"We can think about that later,