“First,” Anton says, holding up a finger as he begins to name his terms, going slow enough that I almost snarl alongside my wolf. “You get to make this request about one girl – just one. The rest are fair game. I’m not going to have you controlling my heart at every turn, Princess.”
“Fine,” I snap. “I pick Laila.”
“Okay, but you only get to pick one girl, so maybe give it some thought –“
“Laila,” I snap, glaring at his reflection. He grins and shrugs, accepting it.
“Sure – a little impulsive, but whatever. Then the second part,” Anton says, “is that I want the same power in return.”
I turn to him, surprised. “What?”
“I want to do the same. We’re equals, aren’t we? If you get to veto one girl for a crush, then I get to veto one guy.”
I lean back against the vanity, looking him up and
