“Oh nooo,” Jesse scolds, making me snap my eyes to him.“What?” I ask, confused and a little worried. “What’s wrong?”“You’re not hungry?” he says, eyes wide, gesturing towards my plate. “You, Ariel Sinclair, eater of fourth servings, are not hungry!?”“What are you talking about – I eat a normal am
“Ariel,” Tony sighs, shaking his head and leaning back in the arm chair, looking like he hates to be the one to tell me this. “He does do that to you. Like all the time.”“Wait wait,” Jesse says, turning more fully towards Tony with a frown. “You’ve only been getting close to Ariel lately – since th
Jesse grabs another taco off the table, clearly not having as much of a problem with appetite as I am having. “All right, Tones, spill.”Tony sighs, and begins again. “I spent hours in that club cleaning up after Luca, collecting his shitty tips. So, imagine my surprise a few weeks ago when he shows
“But I was fine!” I protest, casting out a hand. “That guy with the beard – he was just hitting on me! He was harmless – he went away as soon as you asked him to!”“Right,” Tony says, nodding to me. “But he could have been dangerous. It was just luck that brought a relatively nice guy over to your t
“Ooookay,” Ben says, his own voice low and sad. A moment later I feel his arms around my shoulders, feel him pull me into his lap and tilt me back so that my head is against his chest, my head tucked beneath his chin. “Maybe…maybe enough of the tough love for now. She’s not going to eat a single tac
“Oh, Jesse’s not going anywhere,” Rafe says, reaching out a hand to beckon to our cousin. “We’ve got to talk. As a group.”“Where’s Luca?” Jackson asks, looking around the room with a frown, probably noticing his absence for the first time.Ben, Jesse, and Tony collectively groan and I grin at my ma
The Captain and I are locked into a stalemate for a long, long moment, neither of us given in. He glares down at me, baring his teeth just slightly, trying to get me to break.But I just stare back up at him, impassive.I’ve dealt with Alphas bigger than him all my life. If he thinks he can scare me
I stare up at him, my temper firmly leashed, my jaw set even though I am absolutely filled with rage from head to toe. How dare he – how dare he not even listen to me!? When I have so much to give – and so much I can offer.“Is that your final word on this, sir?” I ask. “You won’t even allow me to d