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“My sister may have gotten herself even drunker than you. At least you didn’t puke on me,” Greyson quips.

“She puked on you?”

“On Jase when he was drivin’ her home.”

My eyes widen. I sniff the air. “He’s not here anymore. New scents.” One scent is a scent I smelled before.

“Finn and Sean. Jase was gonna come back but something came up.”

My expression drops.

Greyson frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“I… d-didn’t get a chance to offer Jase anything to eat or drink,” I fib. “He spent all that time out there looking after me and I didn’t offer him anything. Maybe we should offer them some-”

Greyson cuts me off aggressively, “No bullshit. Not ever, Stace. Yeah?”

I jerk back.

“That’s not it. What is it?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I stammer, “I… uh… nothing, just...”

He straightens up and drops the fork full of spiral pasta that’s in his hand, with anger emanating from his eyes, so I speak fast while feeling like my heart is going to gallop straight out of my chest.

“It’s just… I heard a few of them out there last night and the one called Finnegan doesn’t have a very high opinion of me. I can hardly blame him after my transgressions against your pack. Pay no attention to me, I’ll just–”

The stool makes a screeching noise as Greyson pushes off and prowls out of the kitchen.

Uh oh.

“Grey…”I try but he ignores me and keeps going, so Ifollow down the hall and down the few steps to the front door. I stay inthe doorway and watch him point his finger in the face of that Finnegan guy.

My hand covers my mouth as I listen.

“Hear me and do not expect me to repeat it. If we have to visit this again, it won’t go well for you.”

“What’s the matter, Grey?” the guy asks, losing the color in his face.

A third guy walks up the driveway as this is going on. Another alpha who came into the diner, who I poisoned.

Greyson continues, aggression rolling off him, “You say another negative thing about my mate either in her presence or if I happen to get wind of it, you’ll be spitting out your goddamn teeth, you get me?”

“Sorry, Grey. I meant no harm. Just shooting the shit out here and–”

Greyson growls. And this isn’t a sexual sounding growl. It’s a terrifying one, one that results in Finnegan showing Greyson his neck.

The beta standing near him looks at his feet.

Finally, body language I’m familiar with. But I can’t help but feel awful about causing Greyson to get angry again. And this won’t help my cause with the people in his pack, will it?

Now I’ve gone and snitched.

The other alpha’s eyes slide over me and so I back away before I can see his appraisal form as an expression on his face because it’ll show what he thinks of me, and I can well imagine. I sprinkled that herb into whipped cream that I put on top of his coconut cream pie in the diner. I put just a pinch. Way less thanI was supposed to. But I know he got sick from it. If he doesn’t recognize me, he’ll have heard by now about it.

I’m backing up quickly as Greyson returns, slamming the door.

“Stop,” he commands.

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