[Meredith].
Dennis choked on his drink like any of this was his business.
But on the other hand, I absolutely did not look at Draven because I was a bit embarrassed at the mention of having a pup with Draven.
Meanwhile, Draven smiled widely and easily with no hint of resistance or embarrassment.
"I will," he said. "I promise."
I risked a glance at him then and nearly combusted on the spot. My grandmother turned her head slowly toward Dennis.
"You," she said.
Dennis froze. "Me?"
"You will meet your fated mate," she continued. "Sooner than you think."
The table went silent. Dennis blinked. "Wait—what?"
"But," she added, just as calmly, "whether that bond comes to fruition will depend entirely on whether you accept her."
That got his full attention.
I turned to look at him, surprised despite myself. His usual teasing grin was gone, replaced by something cautious. Curious.
"How?" he asked. "When would I meet her?"
