The sleek black G-Wagon purred smoothly down the road toward Greenwood High. Claire sat in the passenger seat, fingers laced tightly with Xander’s as he drove with one hand on the wheel. The morning sun streamed through the tinted windows, catching on the silver wolf pendant he had given her before they left the mansion. She kept touching it absentmindedly, still trying to wrap her head around everything.
“You’re quiet,” Xander said softly, glancing over at her. His thumb stroked the back of her hand. “Nervous?”
Claire let out a shaky laugh. “A little. I’m about to walk into school holding hands with the Alexander Gray Avila after spending the night at your house. People are going to talk.”
“They already talk,” he replied with a small smirk. “Now they’ll just have something real to talk
