She was still feeling sulky about it even after he drove off and she went inside the house. She’d just gotten a plate down from the cabinet and was starting to put together a sandwich when she heard voices outside the mudroom. Aiden must have come back while she was gone. Maybe she should have left a note. She shook her head. She didn’t know anything about living with another person. Not that she and Aiden were actually living together but… “She’s human.” Christian’s voice. No mistaking who they were talking about. She froze, unsure of what to do. “She’s more than that.” “But you can’t know what that means. We get cut and we heal in a day or two. She gets cut and she could bleed out in minutes.” Something heavy landed on the floor of the back porch and Aiden said, “Then we make sure she doesn’t get cut.” A pause. “You can’t guarantee that.” “No.” She should let them know she was there. That would be the honest thing to do. But she stood there with a jar of mayo in one hand and a butter knife in the other, straining to hear Christian’s muffled reply.
