“Here, Valen. You’re going to need these,” Griffin said as he piled a precarious stack of Jell-O shots into his sister’s arms. Valencia blinked at him, barely catching the wobbling cups before a few slipped to the floor. “Why? Did something happen?”
Griffin shoved a few red ones into his hoodie pocket. “What? No.” “Then why did you say it like that?” she asked warily, her heart already picking up speed. Anxiety twisted in her stomach. “Is . . . is Maximus seeing someone again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Griffin slammed the fridge shut with enough force to make her jump. “Absolutely not,” he said firmly. “I’d beat his Alpha ass if he even thought about something like that.” He bent to pick up the dropped shots, placing them back carefully into her arms like he hadn’t
