To be fair, the supernatural types weren’t exactly reliable. I wouldn’t trust Piers or Gilbert as far as I could throw them, but I still had to work with the twins. Meanwhile, we’d only just met, and…
Another thought occurred to me.
Perhaps she doesn’t know who she is. How curious.
My wolf whined, put out by the idea. For some reason—perhaps simply his discomfort after all the chaos he’d caused me earlier today—I found that moderately pleasing.
I leaned back into her space and inclined my head. “I suppose the details don’t really matter, do they?” I purred. “You survived, and that’s the important part.”
Celeste gave me a look like I was spouting off in a dead language, and she moved away. “I don’t know what your problem is,” she hissed, glancing around. There was no one else in the at
