Liandren’s POV

Once again my son plotted against me.

Honestly I found his sudden request for ice cream at this time of day strange.

Now I am sitting across from the man I wished I did not have to see. At least not until my wolf calmed down.

“Is there anything you would like to add?” the waitress asked. Her strong scent flooded my nostrils when I raised my gaze toward her.

“Please just get the kids what they want.” I narrowed my eyes toward Emily sitting on Rowan’s legs.

She nodded ...