AARON.
“Aaron, you're not my boyfriend. I'd appreciate it if you stay out of my business.”
That sentence rang continuously in my head, and I couldn't shake off the gnawing feeling in my gut. Dinner was roasted antelope, calf and pork. By the time we were done eating, our bellies were filled to the brim.
Veronica groaned. “Who knew meat could taste so gooooodddd.” She drawled, trying to move her wheelchair.
“All thanks to Aaron.” Helena said, her voice just slightly above a whisper. I glanced at her, but she avoided my gaze.
“Oh please. Anyone can make barbecue.” Luna said, trying her best to get up. Even werewolves get full sometimes. I laughed as she struggled.
“Not the way he does it. I'm convinced he went to culinary school.”
“It's an innate talent. I didn't go anywhere.” I chuck
