Ophelia's POV

"I spoke with my grandfather," Sam started.

Ophelia set down her fork and studied him carefully. They had come to the lodge to have a quiet supper of summer greens and rosemary chicken. Sam had been so quiet as they ate, Ophelia had begun to wonder if he would speak at all.

Now that he had, she wasn't sure what to say in response.

"Did you?" was the only response she could muster.

"I called him earlier. I had to know about how the whole mate system ...