Nadia
Cole looks at me so seriously, his gorgeous blue eyes wide, his lips slightly parted.
I scowl and lean forward, smacking him on the shoulder.
“What!?”
“You stop looking at me with those pity eyes, Cole Kincaid!”
“Well, it’s a sad story!”
“I know!” I growl, leaning forward to glare at him, leaning into my anger as I always do. “It sucks when someone you trust pushes you over and breaks your arm and calls you a crybaby and a sheep –“
“Oh my god, Nadia,” Cole growls, leaning forward to glare at me now – all traces of pity wiped away, which I much prefer. “You’re seriously going to hold that against me? The fact that I called you a sheep? That’s not even like – a slur that wolves use against humans! That’s just Jude being an i***t!”
“It hurt my feelings!”
“We were eight!”
I sc
