[Stanton]
After getting into my SUV, Artio was quiet. Not like she was shy or nervous. It was like that disappointed quiet my mom used to get when I’d done something wrong as a kid. Talia and Bellamy did that, too. I hated how it made me feel.
More than anything, I wanted her to yell at me or scold me or something. Anything was better than the bitter silence and the weight of her disappointment. It was made worse by the fact that she was in Clover’s body.
“Aren’t you going to yell at me?” I asked as we waited at a stoplight.
“Should I be yelling, Urso?”
“You’re mad about not being able to be Clover’s bear. I understand that. Giving me the silent treatment and keeping my mate from me is a little childish, don’t you think?” I sighed.
She laughed. “You presume to tell me how I feel, Urs
