When I get out of the shower a long, contemplative time later and get myself into some leggings and a sweatshirt in which to spend the day, Anton shifts back into his boy form and comes to stand by me as I comb my wet hair at the vanity.“So, I take it you’re going to go on your date tonight?” He ra
I laugh as I blush and turn to glare at him. “Why do you say things like that?”He smirks. “To make you do that,” he says, gesturing towards my cheeks. “All of these clothes are black and grey and hunter green, June. It’s nice to see some color on you. Pink suits you more than you think it does.”I
The place that Nic vanishes us away to is…gorgeous. By far the most stunning place that I’ve seen since I’ve been here. High stone walls are built on two sides of us, covered in dark ivy and the strangest purple climbing flowers that seem to glow in the moonlight.And then, spreading out in the othe
I purse my lips, already prideful, already willing to defend myself to the end for keeping this from him even though I’m well aware that I’m in the wrong.“Whoa,” Orion says, looking between us in surprise. “I’m – um, sorry about that? I…was unaware that that was a secret. I mean,” he smirks a bit h
“W-what did your mother say?” I whisper, staring at Orion, a bit awed.“That I’d meet a fascinating young woman,” he murmurs, lifting his drink to his pretty mouth and taking a sip before leaning forward towards me, holding my gaze the whole time. “Who was as beautiful as she was brave. Who wasn’t a
I frown at him, not understanding. Then I start and lean again towards him. “Wait, so, is this like…do you think this is an actual date?”He laughs a little, surprised. “Of course I do.”“You and me,” I say, pointing between us. “We’re on a date? Like a date-date – like…a romance date?”Orion grins
“If it’s a date,” Orion says, leaning back in his chair and studying me. “Clearly, we should just get the awkward part out of the way and make out – just to see if there’s any chemistry there to begin with –“My mouth falls open to emit a shocked little squeak, but when Orion again starts to laugh I
I rankle a bit, my wolf’s hackles raising, at the past-tense way that he speaks of Blythe, as well as the answer to the question.But I only hesitate a second, clenching my jaw. “No.”“Really?” He leaning forward towards me with new interest. “You know you have a mate. And you know this man is not i