“Sam put you into my bed last night,” he said casually and took a sip of
coffee.
Mother-fuc—
Choking, I dropped my fork and swiveled toward him. “Can you read my
mind now, too?”
He paused, his eyes dropping to my legs, which were facing him and
spread once more. “No, but you’re like an open book when it comes to your
emotions.” Dismissively, he picked up his fork and began eating his eggs, his
demeanor stony and distant. “Another reason to rein them in.”
And just like that, Jaxson the alpha-hole was back.
I shoveled the rest of my breakfast into my mouth, silently cursing
Jaxson.
His phone buzzed, and he answered, setting it on the counter between us.
“Alia, thanks for returning my call. I have Savannah here with me.”
“What can I do for you?” the woman said with a faint accent.
Before Jaxson could respond, I eyed him pointedly and said, “I have a
wolf problem that I need fixing.”
Alia was quiet for a beat, and then she said, “Surely she can’t be referring
to you, Jaxson?”
Sam laughed, and Jaxson’s eyes blazed with impatience. “No. The
problem isn’t with me, I can assure you. We think Savannah contracted
lycanthropy. We need a cure.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, Savannah. You…were bitten?”
“No,” I said. “But I was recently injected with something against my will.
We think that it may have given me lycanthropy. I’ve never been bitten, so
it’s the only possibility.”
“Hmm…I’ve never heard of a serum that could do that. Have you,
Jaxson?” Alia asked.
“No, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. We’ve been up against a
pretty fucked-up blood sorcerer. The fates only know what he’s capable of.”