Dinner with werewolves was surprisingly normal.
For them.
For Trace and I, who were sitting at opposite ends of the table, it was a nightmare. Carmella had set plates in front of the both of us, piled high with green beans, steak, a garlic pasta and bread. Looks delicious. But when your dying inside, your appetite tends to curve.
And to make matters worse, Leon is sitting directly across from me. He's avoided my gaze just as I've avoided his. Robert has enjoyed the tension between us. In fact, he pulled up a front row seat. Right next to me. Leon sneered at his nearness to me but didn't say a word.
I tried not to be disappointed. I could take Robert in a fight, verbally and physically, but I get the feeling Robert it more intimidated by Leon. Not tonight though. Any reservations Ro
