I’m an hour into my library stay and still no takers on being my BFFs, so why not take matters into my own hands? At least I’ll show I’m open to conversations.
The two girls sit across from me. The brunette keeps looking over her shoulder, at first fearfully, but then I notice how she seems increasingly disappointed, despite no one being around.
She wants to be seen talking to me.
I smile. “So? Spill.”
The redhead leans in and eagerly, if not a bit frantically, starts telling me about how Jarron charged through the hall calling all of the wolves in for a meeting. Then, he asked for someone named Tommy.
“Do you know Tommy?” I interject.
“Oh, yeah. Everyone knows him. He’s kind of a jerk, so I’m not even mad this happened to him. Probably had it coming.”
I nod.Good.
“What happened to him?” the other girl asks, still looking around.
“So, Jarron starts asking all angry and sexy like—Oh! Sorry.” Her eyes widen, looking at me.
I chuckle and wave for her to go on.
“‘You have something to say?’” She mimics Jarron’s deep voice. “‘What did you have to say to my girl?’ I’m pretty sure Tommy wet his pants right then and there.”
The other girl giggles.
“He wouldn’t answer, though, so Jarron started asking the other wolves if they heard anything. Elyse finally stepped forward and told him that he said something like ‘a dedicated boyfriend wouldn’t leave his girl to the wolves alone. Maybe he’s done with you.’ Then, Jarron got super pale. Like those words really hurt him or something.”
My eyebrows rise.
“Then, what did he do?” the dark-haired girl asks.
“He kind of snapped out of it and then flung Tommy against the wall with his magic. He held him like five feet up in the air and gave everyone a warning. Like, you mess with her, you mess with me sort of stuff. Then, he let Tommy go. He fell to the floor in a whimpering heap, and Jarron stomped away.”
“Wow.” The dark-haired girl sighs. “That’s so romantic.”
“Right?” the redhead says.
“You’re so lucky that he loves you that much.”
I flinch. They think he loves me? Laithe laughs under his breath, and I glare at him.
As if on cue, Jarron appears at the top of the stairs, descending toward us like a freaking king, his eyes glued to me. The two girls scamper off, and I frown. I didn’t even have a chance to get their names. No secrets or anything.
Jarron approaches, his expression unreadable.
“Did you have fun?” I ask, arms crossed. His brows rise.
“No, I did not.”
I shrug. “Sounded like you did.”
“I don’t like hearing about people threatening you or questioning my intentions, that’s for sure. You left out some things in your story.”
I scowl. “I didn’t remember exactly what he said. I got the general idea.”
He bends toward me, his face hovering just over mine. “You didn’t tell me he implied I didn’t want you anymore.”
I blanch at that and look down at the table.
