“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 just set my water glass down hard on the table and grab my pastry, hurling it at him. It smacks satisfyingly against his chest.
“Not funny, Underworld Boy,” I snarl, even if my wolf huffs in disappointment and lays her head down on her paws.
“You do like to throw things, Princess Sinclair,” he murmurs, brushing the crumbs calmly off his shirt and putting my pastry safely on his own plate.
“You do so deserve to have things thrown at you,” I murmur, shaking my head at him.
He grins. “But s
