“Anton!” I groan, wiping my snarl from my face and flopping back on the bed, kicking out at him, embarrassed. As usual, he just laughs. “This is so ridiculous! That can’t possibly be true!” “It is, though!” “But how?” I ask, cuddling up in the comforter a bit, feeling weird and shy. “First, how
We’re silent for a moment, just looking at each other, before Anton slaps his hands against his thighs, clearly not wanting to dwell on it. “So!” he says, forcing a smile onto his face. “What I think you and I need is a plan.” “A plan?” I ask, screwing my lips to the side as I study him. “Yup,”
“Okay, so,” Anton says, idly swinging his feet as he sits on the counter next to the sink while I brush my teeth. “First we go to Laila’s for breakfast, hopefully getting some information about what the hell is going on, and then we…” he hesitates here, not knowing precisely how to fill in that blan
But suddenly her words fall away when she turns her head and looks up into Anton’s face, her own the picture of shock. “Anton!” I gasp, realizing that Laila was expecting a glowing white and blue wolf and standing in front of her is a white and blue boy. “You weren’t supposed to shift!” “Oh god
“I wasn’t quite brought from home,” Anton says with a little shrug, smirking at Laila and clearly enjoying himself. “But I wasn’t called up, either.”“Then where did you come from?” Laila asks, looking at him with her wide eyes. Her dark brown irises, I note with curiosity, are larger than mine or a
Nothing happens.“You have to tell the Palace where you want it,” Laila murmurs, lifting a forkful of seafood to her mouth. “Or else it will just appear somewhere in the room and you have to go find it. Also, you don’t have to raise your voice.”“Fun,” Anton murmurs, looking back to me, his eyebrows
“Oh yes,” Anton murmurs, nodding sagely. “One of those. Please, tell us more.”I glance at Anton, again rolling my eyes because I know that he’s as ignorant as I am. He gives me a little smirk before we both turn our attention back to Laila.“It was a deal,” Laila says, taking a sip of her sea water
“Oh, Juniper,” Laila says, tilting her head sympathetically at me. “That was…a bad deal.”“Yeah, that’s clear now,” I mutter, displeased as hell with myself but considering that it was really my only choice. If my family had been involved they’d have laughed Nic and his offer out the door. Dad might