What was it with these Lycans and trapping people?
“I really need to get downstairs, so if you don’t mind,” I whispered as friendly as possible.
Chrystal released a chuckle, playing with a strand of her hair. “It’s cute and all that you made the Elite Team,” she said. “And I know you’re the last person I should worry about, since you’re not even his type. But stay away from my man—got it?”
She patted my shoulder twice, a sick grin on her lips, and I glanced down at her hand. This was the part where I had to put her in her place. Maybe not too much, just enough to show I wasn’t someone she could push around—though with Chrystal, I wasn’t sure if that would even work.
I gently moved her hand off my shoulder. "First of all, I don’t want your man,” I stated. “Second, if he really was your
