I woke up to seventeen texts from Tessa.
Most of them were variations of “don’t you dare cancel” and “I’m bringing my pepper spray just in case.”
The last one made me laugh.
If he’s a serial killer, I’m prepared. Also, I’m wearing my running shoes.
I texted back.
He’s not a serial killer. Probably.
Her response was immediate.
NOT REASSURING.
Lycian was already awake. I found him in the kitchen making breakfast. He looked good in the morning. Hair messy. T-shirt and sweatpants. Relaxed in a way he never was around the pack.
“Morning,” he said. “Coffee?”
“Please.” I sat at the island. “So. My best friend wants to meet you today.”
He paused mid-pour. “Today?”
“At two. At the coffee shop near campus.” I took the mug he offered. “She’s slightly terrifying. Just warning you.”
“How t
