(Violet’s POV)
“What? Your call boy is actually…?!”
Cathy‘s shriek bounced around the speaker of my phone like a shrill battle cry.
I winced. “Yes. Keep your voice down.”
“I’m on the damn phone, Violet! What voice is there to lower?”
She had a point.
Still, I rubbed my temple, pacing the length of the balcony outside my study. Wind tangled in my hair, but I barely felt it.
Lucian. My Luc. My call boy.
The Lycan King.
It still didn’t feel real.
Cathy kept going, of course. “Holy s**t. I remember the night you two first slept together—you told me you were arguing and then randomly jumped him because you were both weirdly keyed up.”
I coughed. “That’s not exactly how I phrased it.”
“Close enough.” She clicked her tongue. “And it was a full moon, right? You were fuzzy, he was fuzzy
