Maryelle’s POV
The SUV comes to a stop in front of Al and Gaston’s rickety house, its porch sagging under the weight of years. Phantom gawks at me, disbelief etched across his face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re taking me to the werewolf who endangered my little sister by running off with her last year?”
“Phantom, love, it’s time to let bygones be bygones. You need help protecting your family, and Gaston is part of that equation. Just don’t get into a fistfight with him—I don’t have the energy to stop you two from killing each other today.”
“I’m willing to bet I was wiping the floor with his shady ass before you interfered.”
I turn to him with a blank stare. “You don’t believe a word I’ve said—or even that we spent an entire summer together—but that part interests you?”
