Or not.
Finnian let go of my hand as soon as the tram landed and bolted for the door. Safe from the Green Goblin at last, and shook himself like his wolf was rearranging its fur. It would have been cute, but with that shake came the instant reemergence of the emotionless, self-assured Alphahole. The jerk hustled down the stairs without so much as a “Thanks, Aveline,” or even a glance back at me. I understood the urgency now that we had some control over our speed, but… seriously?
Did you want to show up at the crime scene holding hands?
I sighed and followed, my feet dragging as I remembered what we were hustling toward. Maybe when we got there, I could just wait in the car since Finnian had never actually needed me to come along. He just didn’t want me around another unmated Alpha like
