“Hmm. I wonder, what will your male someone think about your . . . attire.”
I grin, intending to give him a witty retort as I usually do in similar situations, but the fierceness of his stare is messing with my concentration, and I end up blurting out the truth instead. “I don’t really give a fuck.”
Something flashes in his eyes, and a corner of his mouth curves upward.
“Interesting.” He lifts his hand and traces my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Tell me, what happened with the wolf girl?”
“The wolf girl?” I chuckle. “What are you talking about?”
“The girl who found her man covered in blood. Will she save him?”
My jaw hits the floor. What? How?
The hot guy moves his forefinger under my chin and taps it lightly. I quickly close my mouth, then open it again to ask how th
