. . . dare to speak to me . . . BY Morrigan

Morrigan grinned at the enthusiastic answer. And then at the way the woman tried to correct herself, seem less excited.

I will see you in a few hours, then. She'd put some thought into this meal—not that Morrigan could cook. Perhaps she'd ask Cullen for help. If she could admit she needed help, that was.

[NOTE: We can close this one and start a new one.]