Willow
It has been two weeks since our encounter with Liam, and I keep pushing the questions that bother me to the back of my mind. I can’t completely ignore Liam’s words, but he could be lying like the psycho he is.
Leo and I have fallen into this comfortable relationship. I don’t know how it happened, but most of my stuff is at his apartment. We are sitting comfortably on a couch, watching TV, with my head resting on his shoulder.
“Are you telling me that Liam was one of thw wolves bear-sprayed, when I bear-sprayed those wolves at Carkeek Park?” I ask him.
“Willow? Is that a smile I see on your lips?” He gasps. “You are a little devil, you know that.”
“Me? It’s not a smile.” I bite my lower lip.
“It’s okay, you can laugh.” He laughs heartily, and I pause mid-laughter, staring
