IVY
Gina was on her bed, legs swinging in the air, face lit up like the moon had personally complimented her. She was laughing so loud I thought the ceiling might give up and collapse just to shut her up. Her phone buzzed, and she wheezed harder.
“Blaise is insane! Why would he say that to Jasper’s face?!” she laughed, snorting a little.
I blinked. Blaise?
Blaise Talon?
As in, Mr. I-Barely-Smirk-On-A-Good-Day Blaise?
“Blaise said that?” I asked, trying not to sound like I was doubting her entire existence.
Gina rolled over and shoved her phone at me. I glanced at the screen. Some meme about alpha behavior, a poorly drawn wolf doing ballet, and a text thread that was honestly... kind of funny. Still.
The Blaise I knew didn’t joke. He brooded in corners and gave cryptic answers like
