Blake's POV:
"Sir? Sir?"
I snapped back to attention, glancing at the driver. "What is it?"
"Are we heading back to your apartment?"
"No, take me to the pack instead," I said.
Warren's voice echoed in my head again, "Just admit that you're starting to like her."
"Like her? I don't dislike her, at least," I replied.
When I first met Carly, I hadn't been fond of her. She seemed like the type who'd do anything for money, even sell her dignity.
No werewolf would ever behave like that. But as I got to know her, it became clear she wasn't exactly what I'd thought. Sure, Carly loved money, maybe enough to give up certain things for it, like some treasure hunter obsessed with gold.
It was kind of cute.
Maybe even amusing?
Especially when she was crying and burrowing into my chest—I can'
