After deleting the messages, I casually hit the block button.
The motion was smooth, effortless.
Zaia whistled in my head. “Clean and sharp. That’s how it should be.”
Alpha Lycan was pouring herbs into the stone pot, steam blurring the sharp lines of his profile.
“Made up your mind?” he asked.
“I made it up a long time ago.” I crouched beside him, watching as he stirred the herbs with a pair of silver tongs. “What are we learning today?”
“Toxic plants.” He handed me a purple leaf. “This is monkshood. Touch it, and it’ll numb your nerves.”
I barely grazed the edge when he slapped my hand away.
“Don’t touch it directly.” He swapped the leaf into silver tweezers. “Beginners get poisoned easily.”
“Oh.”
Zaia snorted. “He just wanted an excuse to touch your hand.”
Three months later.
