My brain is supposed to be sharp, advanced—werecoyote instincts honed to perfection. But when it comes to matters of the heart, I’m just as foolish as any teenager. Proof? Edison’s clammy palms sliding across my back.
“I know this is all for show, but I like you,” he murmurs, voice low, sticky with hope.
I step back, carving space between us. To say I’m uncomfortable would be an understatement.
“Maybe you and I can spend time together—for real.”
The plan was idiotic from the start. Al insisted Phantom wouldn’t let me go unless he believed I’d moved on. So she called Edison, who jumped at the chance to play the part. Too eager. Too obvious. And now here we are—standing at the edge of Phantom’s morning trail, waiting for disaster.
I keep my eyes off Edison, fixing instead on the sc
