-Molly-
I lead Seth into the bedroom and close the door behind us, throwing up a silencing spell. He arches an eyebrow at me and smirks. Oh, no. That is definitely not happening.
“Stop it, Seth. I’m mad.”
He sighs, sitting on the side of the bed. “She looked so sad, Molly. You know I can’t tell her no when she’s like that. She looks just like you.”
I roll my eyes. That’s his defense every time he caves for her. “For the King of All Werewolves, you really have no f*****g spine. I was coming right back.”
“Her little lip was stuck out. We’ve all been waiting for signs of magic, but apparently, she has, too.”
“I know that, Seth. It’s magic. I should have been there. What if something went wrong while Andrew was looking through her mind?” Honestly, it was irresponsible for m
