Casey crossed his arms and leaned back on his stool. “I’m not leaving
until you explain why you’re dressed like a man.”
I turned my spoon on him. “Casey, I was considering spilling the beans,
but you pestered me one too many times. I will never, ever tell you, and now
you’ll go to your grave haunted by the question.”
I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell either of them that I kept turning into a
werewolf and was now at risk of ripping through every outfit I owned.
He glared at me with venom in his eyes. “I thought maybe you had a new
Italian boyfriend. That’s all.”
“No.”
“I hear you and Jaxson are a thing,” my aunt said, far, far too casually at
kitchen door.
The room spun, and the blood drained from my face. She knew. Shit. My
eyes flicked to Casey, who looked away with suspicious speed.
I gave the side of his head a death stare. “Casey, you big-mouthed
asshole. No, Aunt Laurel. We are not a thing.”
She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. “Savannah, we all like
the taste of forbidden fruit. I certainly did at your age.”
“I don’t want Jaxson’s fruits,” I blurted, sending the off-the-rails
conversation over a bridge and into the chasm below.
She glanced at her son and frowned. “Keep in mind, I had to rear Casey
through his teenage years. The women he brought into this house…there’s a
room I can never enter again.”
“Too much. I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me.”
“It’s the room across from yours,” Casey added.
I covered my face with my hands. This was too awkward.
“Do not trust Jaxson, Savannah,” said Aunt Laurel. “The pack care only
for their own. When you discover the truth of that, it’ll break your heart.”
My aunt left me sitting at the table in shock, with a half-eaten bowl of ice
cream in front of me and an ancient, corroded blade in my hand. I pointed the