Marissa
"Thanks," I muttered as Linda handed me a cup of coffee and a plate of toast and eggs. The dining hall buzzed with the low hum of werewolf employees eating breakfast, their conversations overlapping in the large, open space.
Linda was becoming a friend. I still kept my guard up, a habit burned into me after Genevieve's betrayal, but with Linda, it was easier to lower the walls around her. We were both unmarried. There was a quiet grace about her that I couldn’t help but admire.
I blew on the steam rising from my coffee, sensing she had something on her mind. She kept rearranging the salt and pepper shakers on our table.
"So… you and Hector?" she finally asked.
I blinked, caught off guard. I set my coffee mug down on the table. "What about me and Hector?"
She took a careful bi
