She needed to feed— whether she wanted to or not. But he wasn’t going to force her; instead, the bag landed somewhere on the table in front of her.
Just in case…
”Thanksgiving?” Had she really forgotten? “She wants to know how many plates to set out.”
Katherine’s darken gaze glanced down at the bag, simply staring at it for a moment. She wanted to eat… if not for her body’s sake, than his.
It wasn’t hard to see the worry practically staining his expression.
“Oh, right.” There’s a possibility it’d slipped her mind. That would require remembering what even today was.
“—- we can still go, if you want.”