“I suppose,” I murmur, turning my head. “Though didn’t you get bored, when everyone else was asleep? And like, get sick of the taste of food?” “Yes!” he says, his eyes going wide as he laughs. “That’s exactly what happened – and nobody gets that. Like, after eighteen blackberry pies…you never want
We spend a long time under that tree as Jackson tells me the long story about how he stayed up for three weeks in a row, only giving in because he was so incredibly bored by the end of it. About how he just wandered around at night all alone, doing chores and going for runs just to have something to
And I grin, and twist the handle, pressing into the room. Dr. Neumann looks over at me, clearly annoyed. “And what emergency has kept you away today, Cadet Clark?” “Apologies, sir,” I say, hurrying to my seat. “No emergencies. Just…lost track of time…studying.” “Your tardiness will make itself
I stand back, looking confusedly between Rafe and Jesse. “What?” I ask my brother and my cousin, “what’s so funny?’ “Ari,” Rafe says, shaking his head at me as he puts a hand around my elbow and tugs me towards the door. “Not hitting on your friends? That has never been a rule.” “That has always
“I’ve been walking through this castle alone for years, sire,” she says, putting her hands on her hips. “And not once have I been accosted.” “Oh yeah?” Rafe asks. “What’s your secret?” “Pepper spray,” she says with a shrug, making both of us laugh. “No, but really,” she continues with a grin, “s
“Because,” Daphne says, giving a happy little sigh and taking a long sip of her wine, “you’re right – the boys here would throw themselves at my feet just because I’m the only girl here – at least, the only admitted girl here.” I raise my glass in toast to her, conceding the point. “But,” she co
“Probably,” I say, nodding and meaning it. Jesse – I love him so much, and I know his heart is in the right place, but all of my friends? He would certainly deserve it. But still, he’s my cousin and I love him. He deserves some loyalty, after all. “Jesse’s not a bad guy, Daphne, I don’t want you t
“Fine,” I say, yawning into my wine. “Just for you, Daphne. I’ll bite the bullet and make out with Luca Grant someday and tell you all about it.” She laughs with me, but…well, my wolf turns in an eager circle in my soul, desperately hoping that I do. “Thank you, what a martyr you are,” she says,