clear. Those friends of yours are assholes. I don’t give a rat’s ass what pis
sed
them off. They never get to talk to me that way again.”
He nodded. “Yeah, they know they did wrong. I was out of my mind with
worry last night and took it out on them. They won’t say anything ever again.
Just don’t, you know, add fuel to the fire.”
“Trust me, I want as little to do with Jaxson as possible.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, as he scooped spoonfuls of Count Chocula into his
mouth.
I rolled my eyes.
He smashed the cereal down into the milk. “Look, I’m not judging you
for wanting a slab of hunk. As mom always says, never get involved in other
people’s business. I just want to be able to tell you I told you so when you
come home complaining about fleas.”
I put my face in my hands, wondering how long I was going to be able to
stand this. But it did provide an opening. Plopping down in the chair in front
of him, I leaned forward and whispered, “Actually, Casey, on that note, I
need some wolfsbane.”
He lifted a brow and stared at me while he chewed his kids’ cereal,
clearly in a sugar shock. “Sure…I’ve got a stack of cannisters in the closet.
You didn’t blast Jaxson again, did you?”
“No, I need wolfsbane extract.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You know that’s dangerous stuff in concentrate.
What the hell do you need it for?”
I’d never been any good in drama class, and I silently prayed that Casey
wouldn’t be discerning enough to tell that I was full of shit. Mindlessly
scratching at a dent in the table, I said, “Things with Jaxson have really
heated up, and I don’t like it. I found a potion-maker that can make me an
anti–wolf attraction charm. But they need wolfsbane extract.”
I stole a glance at my cousin, expecting him to call me out on the lie, but