I spluttered, trying not to blush, and failing spectacularly. “He’s not a wolf man, Abi. He still looks like a person.” An incredibly hot, if slightly magnetic person with eyes made of amber.
Her expression became sly. “But you aren’t denying it, so—”
I sighed. “Focus on the bigger picture. There’s a whole other world here. And witches, ones I could be related to, even.”
Before she could reply, our waitress returned with our meals, setting down Abi’s salad first, followed by my pancake platter.
“You need anything else with that, hun? Blueberry sauce? Jam?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” I said, trying not to sound too distracted. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” she said, smiling like she’d seen a hundred girls like me. “If you need anything, just holler.”
I watched her retreat, realizing the man
