The car went dead quiet for a beat, then Amber let rip a "Holy shit."
I flung the door and bolted over, snagging that she-wolf's arm in a vise grip.
...
That night, I dragged in late, face like thunder.
Warren clocked it right off. "What gives?"
I shook my head, palm to temple, wiped out. "Just need to crash. Beat."
Showered and out, I conked hard.
He eyed my pinched brow, reached over soft, smoothed it away.
Morning cracked early; I slipped out, didn't circle back till noon.
Mid-bite at lunch, Warren dragged a chair close, thumbed my earlobe gentle. "Sweetheart, what went down yesterday? You've been miles away. Spill if you want?"
I clammed up.
He quirked a brow. "Keeping it close?"
I prodded my grub. "Yeah. My secret to chew on."
He slid me a juice. "Fair enough. I'll wait t
